LOW THRUMMING BEAT IN THE DARK | Joining

[deimos]

A shadow. One that moved past twisted and burnt trees, making it's own path, delving deep into Pittian territory. And to the jaguar, one that blended well with it's own shadows, making use of his mostly darkened pelt, recognized the strange shape among the familiar blasted trees. An outsider, at least. Scented strangely, not wearing the tarried smell of the other groups. Piers, of course, didn't doubt that the creature knew that he was trailing it. He gathered himself, for a long moment, before picking up his pace to be at least neck-in-neck; in a sense.

Piers lifted his muzzle, speaking as his eyes traced the strange shape of the outsider's body. It was.. strange. Gaunt, even, skin-crawling. But from what Piers has seen, between the history books in Tanglewood, and the people of the Pitt itself, it wasn't anything to fear at sight. Action would be the judge of where his fears lay. "Who are you? Why are you in the Pitt?" Piers, at least, knew better then to jump in front of this monstrosity.

It would trample him in his tracks.

"SPEECH"