places we won't walk / rosebloods visitor

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]prestige shifted is attention to rosemary, ears twitching at her questions. "we won't be asking help from you for a while, i'm sure. we're still regathering ourselves and have yet to promote any healers, so i don't think we'll be picking any fights until those positions are filled." the tom responded lightly. it was a problem, not having healers, as most of the rosebloods were reckless and eager to get back into the violent swing of things. he knew that soon enough some would show up though, and until then he just hoped no one had plans to start raiding places. pres flicked his tail idly and let out a quiet sigh at the thought. if anyone got hurt, they'd have to heal their own damn selves.

/ rip my muse