i will continue to watch you rot . / joining

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

At the very beginning, the desert had been an escape -- a place far from where they came from.  In many ways, it remained as such, though following a year, it was more like home.  A strange home, littered with intriguing faces; one the Imperator felt inclined to protect.  Especially now, as the desert called for blood; the faerie did not wish to them fall.

Tricking his ears as he trotted on a familiar route, Gael let his hazel eyes pause and narrow on a newcomer.  His molten coat burned in the light of the sun -- the stranger clearly felt the same wrath.  All those who ventured onto the sands in the middle of the day, the Imperator felt inclined to call them more foolish than brave.  On that note, he saw some determination there too; perseverance.

Whatever the case be with the mutant lion he approached would be seen soon enough.  The faerie came to a halt, direct gaze analyzing the stranger before he spoke.  "Who are you and why have you come here?"

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / imperator / lamby