12-06-2020, 12:02 PM
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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ
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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] turning his head as he heard a voice, the tom gave as warm a smile as he could muster, "hello, rhinestonestar. hello number nine and drifting-feather. i'll lead you to where they're waiting, but i'll be coming back after. i ah ... i've realized that i'm not an asset in a confrontation.", he would laugh with a sad look to his eyes, the fresh scratches on his body aching. shaking his head before smiling once more, he adjusted his posture, "well. i'll lead you now if that's okay? could you give 'em a good beating for me? they took my sister and my best friend from me.", he wasn't about to mention that the friend that the bandits had killed had also been his crush. sneezing, the serval tom rubbed at his nose with a shiver, looking back at the snow drifts he'd crawled through with a bite of his lip. he made the trip once - he could do it twice, though he would love to leave the contraption behind. doing that would only prove to slow him down further.
stamping his paws to shake off melting snow, he ushered the children forward, unease prickling his pelt at a blast of wind. he knew they were in safe hands, and he hoped that he could lead the warriors here back to his father safely. oh what he wouldn't give to be curled up warm in his nest as a kit again, nestled against his mother's belly. looking up to the sky, he clicked his tongue against his teeth after licking his lips, shaking ice from his whiskers, "it's a good night for a battle. looks like it might snow, though. i hope the snow will help.", he murmured softly, absent mindedly. what he wouldn't give to make a friend here. -
stamping his paws to shake off melting snow, he ushered the children forward, unease prickling his pelt at a blast of wind. he knew they were in safe hands, and he hoped that he could lead the warriors here back to his father safely. oh what he wouldn't give to be curled up warm in his nest as a kit again, nestled against his mother's belly. looking up to the sky, he clicked his tongue against his teeth after licking his lips, shaking ice from his whiskers, "it's a good night for a battle. looks like it might snow, though. i hope the snow will help.", he murmured softly, absent mindedly. what he wouldn't give to make a friend here. -