tired of the people | stranger

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — There was a stranger on the border. Not only any stranger, but a stranger smelling of another group, claiming that he had come to introduce the neighbors. All of it gave Michael a bad feeling in his gut, but he tried to keep that to himself. After all, perhaps he was a bit biased, considering how much bad experience he had being a fugitive from various vicious groups within the uncharted territories. Regardless, the bobcat actually found himself agreeing somewhat with Aphra as he came padding over, jewelry glinting in the light as he sat nearby. Unlike Aphra, however, the reaver actually had some authority to back it up, even if he was only one of the two voices there for which that was true. He found himself speaking softly, blue gaze narrowed, "I'm afraid I'm with her. If you just wanna tell us about your group, we'll all be happy to listen. Don't worry, Keona will make sure everything gets back to our leader." At the very least, if Cheshā chose to cause trouble, they had Lucifer on their side. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART