04-17-2018, 03:58 PM
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She was friendly -- a stark contrast to the leader he'd met so far. Bast studied her briefly before he nodded idly, gaze flickering to the dragon who approached as well before he said, "We lost a member recently. She went missing about a week ago, and she wouldn't have just left without mention unless something happened to her. Pale fur, feline, typical friendly. Lunafreya. If you have her, I want her back; if you saw her passing through, I'd like to know if she said anything; if you literally have no idea what I'm talking about, that works too." Short, simple, no bull-shit. Bast didn't seem too accusatory, but he was watchful, as if checking to see if they were lying.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]