Gilded Bay No quarter from these chains

the dice rolls says he's arturo for this thread. thanks for starting this! :D

Arturo stayed as far away from Ravenshook Cliffs as he could. The gangster enjoyed keeping his scouting skills up to par and thus would not be discouraged from making the ventures each time to a different territory, but the Cliffs...they were cursed. He should never have attempted it he knew, but his misfortune upon them had miraculously spared him his life but instead cursed him with Riptide. No, he would never return to them, he was sure of that. Thus, he gave those Cliffs the widest berth he could as he made his way to Gilded Bay. Of course, this made his trip longer than it had to be but to the gangster the extra time spent had been worth it. The sea witch was bad enough — he shuddered to think of what else those damned Cliffs could curse him with if he dared the venture to them again.

Arturo hadn't ever been a man who thought much of the sea, admittedly. Of course the sea witch let out a low scoff in his head as the thought crossed the gangster's mind. It was nice to look at but past that he had no true attachment to it. He preferred woodland, himself. That wasn't to say that tragedy and mother nature couldn't effect woodlands (forest fires were a very real threat) but still, his preferences stood. Yet, he tried to keep his opinions objective, tried to maintain the open mind he had always prided himself upon. He was a scout after all and his trade took him to all different types of territories for him to mentally map out and investigate.

The gangster had admittedly gotten lost in his thoughts, something that had become way too easy since Riptide's collision into his life, and had only been drawn from them at the poignant and metallic scent of blood. His fiery red-orange gaze almost missed her at first, blending into the sands as well as she did, but he saw her soon enough, heard the sounds of her teeth sinking into the flesh of whatever she had in her grasp. From afar, it appeared as if she were missing most of her right ear, though that was the extent of exact details he could make out at the moment. Arturo let out a low chuff to announce his presence, though, unlike her the melanistic coywolf did not blend so easily into the backdrop of the sands.