malleable beings / rosebloods visit

[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;"]the snow leopard sat quietly until delilah approached, offering the medic a nod in greeting before his attention turned to morgan. he was glad the general came quickly; though he didn't have an incredible amount to attend to back at the mansion, he was rather eager to get out of the swamp. prestige considered the male's questions briefly.

"freedom," prestige began. "we don't stand for much, not really, but we share several ideals with the typhoon. we enjoy raiding, whether it be for fun or war, my members enjoy the thrill of battle." he told the general smoothly, tail twitching over the mud. "we simply ask that you come to our aid should we ever need it, especially with the pitt problems we've been experiencing as of late. we need all the help we can get. in return we can offer aid as well, along with an abundance of herbs and other supplies; we're planning a festival soon to celebrate the last blood moon as we were not completely together when it passed."

the snow leopard glanced to vigenere as he approached and offered a simple nod to the male. "my name is prestige, i'm the current pharaoh of the rosebloods. this is blueridge." he drew his tongue over his jaws and returned his attention to morgan. "our only ally at the moment is the typhoon." prestige murmured.