DANSE MACABRE ★ open; visitor

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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;"] He remained silent throughout the majority of the greeting upon the border, his gaze fixated on the sands around them, lost in a time when he was much smaller. Closing his eyes, the serval stepped back several paces from the group, feeling his presence more a strange oddity. He was new to the Coalition, their own trust of him surely a wavering thing.

Blinking as he gazed at the trio of his siblings, how own chest hurting for his littermates. All dead and vanished. Exhaling heavily, he sat with his tail about his paws, not wishing to cause aggression in the party that hosted the other two children. He had no other purpose than for wishing to see the place he had once been born. Gaze flicking to Gael,  he would give him a quiet nod. He didn't know the Pitt, his time with them had been short. His home had long been up in the air, and he knew little of anything now. He missed his mother, regardless of the years since her disappearance alongside the rest.

He couldn't help the false hopes he had within his own chest, words he would not speak in the presence of troubled children. His gaze would travel over Aine and Gael, closing his eyes to half lid as he focused his gaze past them to the parts he had at one time called home, when a lion named Clover had been alive. Faint the shudder as he wordlessly settled to watch over the family meeting. -

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