DOESN'T IT HURT - open; visitor

[MATUAH]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:lightgrey;"]"Oh, my, my, my...." What a spectacle, what a show it was to watch the lion descend from nothing and come forth on light feet to approach him and cater to his needs. He could say without a doubt that he was quite the fetching male though the gleam in his eye surely didn't give that way. Or maybe it did. But the mutated canine would never allow for it to pass from his lips. Instead he watched with a look that seemed so involved that it could only translate as being wholey frightening to most. Perhaps intriguing to others. Yet he was still ever so polite as he had manners despite the savagery he could get into. The world couldn't contain him and he was not one to allow for himself to be tucked into any niche that came along from one generation to another. "I do tend to do my research, oh, princely cub of the jungle" A hint of a smile upon faltering lips was regarded for a moment although it didn't linger for long before he allowed himself a scaled paw to rise up and press against his own chest. "My name is Matuah, the Reaper of the Conclave. Friend or foe? What say you, Stryker, Ardent of the Pitt?"