MONTHLY MEETING [ OCTOBER 2022 ]

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

"Who got beaten up now?", came the quiet snort as the Luminary took his place as third to arrive, the masked lion walking forward, eyes locking onto the two that had arrived before him. shaking his pelt out, the american lion entered under the arch with a low growl, looking around the area. it had been a few months, since he'd shown in this body, and a month since the last. oh how fast shit could go from good to horrible. padding to the other two, "Coalition is still struggling with a certain troublemaker?", he rumbled in half amusement and half wariness. "It's nice to see you again Byriath. And you as well, Alexandra.", he flicked an ear, feeling a gust of wind sweep through and tangle up his veil. reaching up to smooth it down with a paw, he would rumble as he fixed his gaze at where the leaders usually gathered to share their news.

it seemed he was the first leader to arrive. exhaling, he flicked his tail, "I trust your groups are faring well with the weather? Has anyone heard of the sandy rats?", he queried, tipping his head. oh, seven would have his head for talking this much. he knew his shadow reaper would not wish to hear his raspy voice keeping her up all night again. perhaps, a drink from the tavern was much needed in this situation. as grateful as he was for his mask, it hid his face and the horrible scarring that crossed it from the view of his groupmates and others. sitting down, the grim would peer out, waiting for the next to arrive.

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef