OPEN Superstar ; horde

[HUGO]

Hugo dared to say he had not been sufficiently scared to visit the Descendants despite their recent conflict with his own group, and if he hadn't been frightened of them then he was even less frightened of the Congregants of Genesis. He knew very little about them at all, in truth; they lived in the snow...? Maybe...? Living in snowlands seemed, well, not optimal, but who was Hugo to judge?

Actually, don't answer that. Hugo was a judgemental bitch.

The little mechanism at the border was intriguing. Hugo's sharp eyes had caught the thin wire fairly quickly, though he'd been close enough to have to come to a rather abrupt stop to avoid triggering whatever trap was laid out. He stared at it for a while. A long while, in fact. What did this do, then? Was a huge rock going to fall out of the trees and crush him if he triggered it? Would the ground open up beneath him? Would there be spikes at the bottom and he'd be impaled? No, he was being dramatic, that seemed more like an Emerald Isles tactic than a Congregants one.

He reached out a tentative paw, extending a claw to pull the wire back, and then let go. He watched the vibrations travel through, followed by the rather loud sound of metal objects clanging in the trees. It wasn't an unpleasant sound; there was a tune, if he listened. His ears twitched, a gleeful little smile curling at the corners of his maw, and he pulled the string again. And then again. And then again. Shimmying along to the tune all the while.

[Montgomery]

At the first sign of clanging metal, the leader's ears perked up and he rose to his feet. A visitor? A stranger? An enemy? Something was afoot. The Congregants of Genesis have not received a visitor in the longest time, so hearing the windchimes go off peaked his interest. What intrigued him more was when they went off again... and again... and again. Prey often triggered the windchimes, but never in quick succession. This sounded purposeful. Someone wanted their attention immediately.

Montgomery's neck fur stood on end as he left his residence. His anxiety was already on edge due to the upcoming Descendants of the Departed visit, prompting him to think Hugo's lack of control was a trap. Despite that, he tried to rush over. If a cannibal was waiting to be attended to, their patience could only be stretched so thin. 

His pace slowed as the sound grew louder. The source was mere meters away, hidden behind the trees and bushes beginning to dwindle in the cold. With care, the archon peered around the trunk of a wide tree and watched as a claw plucked at the string once more. His gaze shot up to Hugo's face. They were smiling? Swaying with the music? Montgomery's brows furrowed curiously. He found the windchimes to be pleasant too, but it was clear that they were for their protection, not for entertainment. If he wasn't out of breath and on the edge of an anxiety attack, perhaps he would laugh.

He pulled away from the tree. Clearing his throat, the leader craned his head to the side curiously. "Having fun?" he questioned.

MONTGOMERY S. - ARCHON OF COG