His wrist was far from healed, but the wayward stilted fox couldn't just sit anymore and wait for the damned thing to heal. The little marmoset was kind enough to help him back in Orion, but he couldn't possibly just wait like that. It was no more comfortable to put weight on than before, but with extra plants in tow to ease his pain and swelling, he could manage. He hobbled around now, plants in his mouth, desperate for a new place to rest, at this point. He'd left Orion after a nap once the little monkey finished and left and grew exhausted by the time he made it half way through the tunnel he picked. He couldn't just nap in the tunnel, no. It had to be an actual room. He didn't feel safe in the tunnel, especially sleeping there, so he pressed on until he entered Polaris. Raising his brows a bit, he wasn't aware you could get to Polaris this way. He'd never been to Orion before, or the tunnel, but he was happy to find a new route to the well lit, large room.

Limping over, he found the falling rock structure he entered closest to. It looked safe enough, no Golems in sight. He eyed it some more to be sure, but was pretty certain when nothing moved as he edged closer. He couldn't be happier now that he didn't have to walk across the room to find somewhere, but he knew he couldn't stay here long either. Just a quick nap, he nodded once. Eyeing the top of the rock wall, he wondered if he'd be safer up there... It'd hurt like hell to get up there, but he couldn't think of a better option really, just in case something did happen. Biting his lip, he moved to climb up the side of the wall, where it looked less difficult than the rest.

He climbed with relative ease, really. He slipped a few minor times, but nothing that made him start from square one or even close to it. He settled down just beyond the edge and laid himself on the arm that wasn't attached to a swollen, broken, and throbbing paw. His long legs folded at his side, somehow compacting the tall canid into a relatively normal sized animal. Looking out over the edge and out to Polaris, Othello sighed and without realizing, released a gas that quickly was pushed back into his face by a sudden breeze.

The toxic gas quickly filled the gembounds lungs via a wayward breeze and made him hack and cough, wheezing and desperately trying to breathe fresh air. Soon, his pupils dilated and Othello was out of this word high, or at least he thought he was. He blinked slow, the world seeming to be in slow motion as the room around him blurred and changed, as if it were behind a curtain and you see the silhouette of the set change through it. His jaw parted slightly, letting out rapid, small breaths of non-toxic air as his breathing and his heart raced and left a dull thudding sound in his head.

Soon his vision steadied and he was no longer in Polaris - actually, he was in Monoceros. Home. Though, it didn't feel right. It felt as if he was watching it... but he wasn't there. That was odd. Othello approached a crowd of members, recognizing Error immediately, making his whippy tail wag at his heels. He strode over to the boy, hoping that his time away hadn't jaded his trust. Though, when he approached, he passed other loyal Merry Men and they hadn't seemed to notice him. Granted, he was never really noticed in the group, but he even cut someone off! Othello's brows furrowed as he got closer to Error, but by now he had noticed something off. His vision was warbley, as if he was looking at a reflection in water. He stopped and tilted his head at Error and reached out to nudge him with his nose. When he felt nothing, he panicked and looked out amongst the crowd. No one could see him. Had he turned invisible? Could you even do that?

Othello darted away from Error then, dodging other members as they settled as if there were a meeting. Had Louie returned? It seemed like a dream, but he couldn't help but wonder. When he got to the front of the crowd, he froze solid in his tracks and stood in awe of what, no who stood before him and all the other Merry Men members.

The gembound that stood before him and all the others was a gembound like he's never seen before. Sure, Odyssey and Iliad were hybrids, but this was something else entirely. Never before had he seen something like this. To start off, it's definitely fox like, but Othello didn't think of Louie when he looked at it. Actually, it looked like him. Very few things differentiate the fox from the stilted fox, one being it's legs. While the maned wolf looks very much like a regular fox, they still have many differences, like longer legs and a narrow, more pointed face than the regular fox. Either way, it wasn't that Othello couldn't get past. It was the eyes.

The same blood red as his own, Othello swallowed. Leaning to the side a bit, he saw the same tanzanite stone across the mans hips that he had, and knew that it was actually him. He knew better than to think he looked that that though, and wondered what caused him to change. He'd never heard of or seen anyone mutate before, so he didn't know what happened!

Othello panicked however and turned on a dime, running away from the crowd and... off a cliff.

Sileas had been a face unseen in the caves for quite a number of cycles. It was as if yet another sacrificial lamb had fallen into the hideous jaws of an insatiably greedy god. Since her disappearance, the feline had grown, blossoming into a lovely creature with a pelt crafted from rays of light. Behind her was a flowing banner, swaying with each delicate step.

Her neck was now adorned with a silvery chain holding aloft a strange star within a circle drawn within. Upon discovering it, the feline had pawed at it constantly, learning every curve and every sharp line, imagining the shape within her mind. Magicka bubbled from the charm, filling it with a powerful energy. Sileas had discovered it recently and, deeming that it required further inspection, placed it about her neck. Later, she would come to it.

Now would be a great time to find her way home.

Long ago, Sileas had abandoned the cavern she had emerged in, feeling far too empty since the disappearance of Orion himself. She missed the pastel dog dearly, but she knew she must move on.

Perhaps... someday... she'd meet him again.

For now, the Gembound had not a clue where she was. Her surroundings were new and full of extravagant new scents. Magicka crackled thickly within the room, igniting her gem with lively energy. Despite her current predicament, the extra magicka put a slight bounce in her step, urging her forth. Urging her onwards into the unknown that would never be known. Perhaps it would be times like these that she would wish sight had been blessed to her, but her other senses worked just as well to grant her her own sort of sight. Sileas hoped that the strange charm she had found would hold the key to finding the answers.

A sickening crack! echoed just loud enough for the porcelain-white feline to hear, tufted ears turning towards the sound. Soon, her head followed in the motion despite not being able to see. Bone splitting had been the sound she could hear. Without much of a thought, Sileas briskly jogged over to the source of the sound, sniffing the air quietly.

'A strange scent. Familiar... almost. Perhaps one of those carried into Orion by the winds of Monoceros?'

Her thoughts whirled as she strode forth and accidentally stepped onto a limp form. "My apologies! I did not mean to tread upon you," she hurriedly spoke, jumping back a bit in surprise before lowering her voice and speaking to whatever she had stepped on. "Did you hear that noise?"

@Othello