@spookyowlman || Teal Starter Call
Ah mix-breed snares, a lovely invention made by purebred aether and nagete to catch and restrain any of the """taboo""" combinations of creator and creation that had eluded their grasp. One of Teal's biggest annoyances as a travelling merchant and biggest sources of paranoia for reasons exactly like his current predicament.
He'd careened from the sky, bound by the strings of pure destructive energy that made up the trap, and had crash landed in what he could only assume was someone's front yard- not that he exactly cared at the moment. In fact, all he really cared about was trying to get free until his senses were hit hard by an energy scarily similar to his own.
Something... creative in nature...
It hadn't been there when he landed, but now it was rather close by. He wasn't alone... was he?
"I can imagine you're getting quite the laugh out of this." It's growled out as he finally frees his legs from their binds, not hesitating to get to his feet. The snare muddled the aetherling's senses just enough that he couldn't pinpoint exactly where the similar energy was coming from, but he could tell it was close. That he was being watched. "Assuming this is your property, I'll be leaving now that I'm capable of walking again."
Bold of him to assume he'd just be able to leave? Perhaps; but nevertheless it was what the seemingly-emotionless young man was doing.