PARTYMONSTER
MON OR RYOSE / NOMADIC / NOT ENTIRELY SANE / TAGS & INFO
He didn't mean to leave Amarillo alone in the Blackheart Rogues territory, he was just tired of the same old scene. He was very aware that he hadn't even been considered a proper member for a week, but he was already bored with the darkened forest and soft soil that was under his feet. Ryose left without a word, because he would return eventually, once he got what he needed to be satisfied. He had reached the edge of the whispering forest and crossed into the desert that sent chills of delight up his spine. "Aahahah woah~." Wide partial-heterochromatic eyes took in the landscape that appeared empty and neverending. It was beautiful and he almost drooled at the thought of exploring it all. The undoubtedly strange hybrid bounded forward, aiming to search the landscape up and down before he ever left. He discarded any interest of the borders that seemed to be lined with fairly fresh scents, because in the end he could care less about them at all.
//I left the idea of him joining up in the air, to see what happens here before he leaves or joins.
"Speech." thought. "telepathy."