LOW THRUMMING BEAT IN THE DARK | Joining

[Atticus Roux]

Being within Tanglewood led him to encounter only a few normal creatures. Sure, Caustic breathed smoke and Aurum had wings, but no one compared to the monstrosity of Silentgrave. Upon reaching his yellow eyes, the kitten paused. His gaze looked the strange figure up and down, observing their jagged spikes and crooked teeth with interest. Their split jaw into two agape mouths caused a chill to run down his spine... but he couldn't stop staring. Their set of forelimbs grasped his eye. Not to mention the many tendrils that lined their body. Needless to say, he was both horrified and impressed.

Approaching closer, the obscenely tall stranger loomed over him. He could almost feel their dark gaze lurking across his being and a wave on unease rushed through him. Nevertheless, the boy persisted. While they may seem strange and otherworldly, surely they would prove to be different. Even so, their last comment deemed to prove his theory wrong. It wasn't every day when someone proclaimed they were 'making their grave.' "Okay..." he muttered. His gaze shifted to the side, offering Gael a cautious gaze.

Moving back to Silentgrave, the smaller figure stared upwards. "Name's Atticus," came his confident proclamation. "Welcome to Tang- The Pitt."