JANUARY 2019 LEADER MEETING

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The ardent saw little point to this type of meeting – with every leader in attendance, striking a deal with any one of them was off the table. Regardless, attending meant the possibility of overhearing important information. Like whether her attempt to split the Ascendants-Rosebloods alliance apart through truth worked. But she doubted anything useful would come of it. Social gatherings usually ended in nothing useful, especially without some driving point to them. But maybe that was just her misanthropic introverted side coming out.

Lashing her tail, the lioness walked through the area, her paws leaving scorched prints in their wake. At seeing Clarence, the tawny woman quirked an eyebrow – last trip to the star watchers implied Atticus led them. But she didn’t see the man here; obviously, someone climbed up the ranks. “I don’t believe you gave me your name, last time we met,” she said, blunt as ever. The ardent remembered that visit well – how none of them spared any courtesy, least of all giving their names. How might they expect her to care about other groups when, the only times she saw them, they fought her on the battlefield or showed nothing but their asshole side?

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