I THINK [joining]

[deimos]

A nightmare for some. For others, a savior, I come.

My hands, cold and bleak, it’s the warm hearts they seek.

Being rather absent as soon as he arrived didn't help the lion. Velarin knew none of these people, but the scent clinging to two of them over the third told him as soon as he arrived who to stand near. The large, almost oversized lion, white pelt blaring, stood next to the other two with his hair on end. When he was born, he thought to himself, he had felt that same way. Confused, lost, and hungry- hungry to return to his mothers womb.

His mismatched eyes scanned the writhing and afraid lion. Slowly, carefully, Velarin's ears perked as he laid down. He pressed his ears back, before laying his head down. Velarin's mismatched gaze remained on the being that was trying to flee, but he stayed silent and unmoving. He glanced at the others, then back towards the tiger with a small grunt.

"SPEECH"

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