[ Sylvain’s still glaring as he scoots past him, fleeing to the outside. What he’d been trying to do for days now. Except he doesn’t find what he expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect - he didn’t even know where he was, after all, except a long way from his home territory.
But spotting the port town, with vibrant buildings rising up around him. And the streets full. People dressed as Basch was, walking around freely.
And just as many, dressed as he was, following closely at their heels. No, following at the end of their leashes, he realized in growing horror. His mouth dropped open as wide eyes darted around, taking in everything around him. And already becoming aware of the curious - and hungry - gazes turning in his direction. ]
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Date: 2024-09-19 09:47 pm (UTC)But spotting the port town, with vibrant buildings rising up around him. And the streets full. People dressed as Basch was, walking around freely.
And just as many, dressed as he was, following closely at their heels. No, following at the end of their leashes, he realized in growing horror. His mouth dropped open as wide eyes darted around, taking in everything around him. And already becoming aware of the curious - and hungry - gazes turning in his direction. ]