Stone Circle ACT I, SCENE III

Ikaros is crossing the border therefor im embracing any IC consequences that may come his way!

Under the guize of silent moonlight a dark figure swept through the land, their two toned silhouette blinking within the shivering grass as clouds passed the ever-bright moon above. Having shed any dignity he had long ago, the boy harrowed over the pack boundary.

A warning sign felt heavy within his stomach but he paid no heed to it. A larger pain- gnawing and leaving his body frail and thin had more importance. The sickening smell of rot and decay drew him in with the promise of a meal, an offer all too tempting to chance fate. 

Silently, cautiously Ikaros would tread the grass folding down around him, ears perked for the faintest of noises.

Each curve, each rock, each divot taken with care as he sought for the source.