.:*☆ CAN I STILL LOVE YOU — MASS CHECK-UP

[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Many people didn't like to be poked and prodded, but it was necessary to make sure they were in good health. It wouldn't do the clan any good if their members were injured or ill. She wouldn't put it past them to try and hide it, either. Like Ninazu had said: they were a bunch of idiots.

"[glow=black,2,300]Everyone, gather around for a check-up![/glow]" she swallows back the word 'please' and patiently waits, watching as clan-mates wandered over.

"[glow=black,2,300]speech[/glow]"

[Stryker]

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Hopefully, this wasn't mandatory. Knowing the medic, that he now regretted promoting back to their position if they were going to be prodding him, the check-up was. Despite that, the lion wandered over. He had no doubts that he was in perfect health. There were scars hidden under his thin pelt, but other than that, he found himself to be in peak shape for a lion. If she disagreed, then he'd saunter off. His body was godly and there was no testifying against that.

//gonna pm you

[julia.]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Within a way it proved an almost amusing fact he was counted amongst the personal retinue of a healer for the mere fact of his once held title of such, no matter the aspect of the training for youth had he been, nothing more then a child seeking a purpose beyond his own skin. Almost a word difficult to ignore within this for there was no bubble of such, no gentle touch of it coiling within his heart and toning each breath, arising within the heat of the air about him.

There was no reason for him being here, presence unneeded yet trailing steps had drawn him within her wake, close behind he seemed almost a secondary shadow. Press of ebony toned paws, sparse the placement of ivory speckles about the toes as they touched upon the surface of the terrain, odd the difference this place within the wastes, held within its grasp. Soft the exhale of next breath, the sound lingering about ragged edges but no word was to pass his lips, flicker of oddly toned eyes arising to her, the one he deemed his mistress no matter the boiling heat within the word as it settled upon his tongue.

Sweep of tail, lowering of head, draw of the slight body into itself. Behind and to her left Silus sat, a place he was half hidden behind Cosette but still visible to those who walked closer and so too was the other, his approach marked by nothing more then a raise of brown and green, touching upon his paws once more when he placed to the face a name.