it's already almost dawn;; winter

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Aurum watched slowly as various other figures gathered to take part in the strange scene, his mind silently cataloging all those that he knew away. He had no knowledge of Redvox, and couldn't recognize the hybrid's scent, so he was out. Feza was already a known variable, and he found himself nudging a wing protectively over the snow leopard as he glanced about. There seemed to be some sort of rogue, a Typhooner he didn't recognize that identified herself as Marina, and... Fourthwall. Aurum found himself tensing up slightly at the sight of the other male, thanks to the fact that he had just recently killed Kydobi, and he doubted the other would be happy, but thankfully there seemed to be some sort of unspoken peace pact here, at least for now. Taking a deep breath, the tangler rumbled as he approached one of the packages, nudging it experimentally with his nose before pulling it closer, "None of them smell of a certain group, or anything... they all have different wrapping, but I don't know if it corresponds to any of us... perhaps their wrapping and coloration is supposed to show which package goes to who?" Part of him wanted to snap at Fourthwall for being so rash and just deciding to grab a package and try and open it, but he refrained from doing so, not wanting to cause a fight, or a scene. And truthfully, the other was right. It was clear the wind was urging them to take one, and there was no clear indication as to which went to which group. At least, not at first glance.

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