MONTHLY MEETING [ JUNE 2021 ]

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THE SIREN OF THE AZURE

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] The scent of Coalition was heavy in the air, causing the Tangler to snort in disgust. Her time there had been spent quietly and invisibly, maybe one or two interactions but never with the leader at the time or any of that shit. She internally hoped that wouldn't change, that she'd be noticed. For all things, if she was approached, she could claim a group change for her body.

The large saltie croc made her way through into the area where they were to meet, electric green eyes ranging the clearing. Coalitioners, alone. Well, she was here for a small amount of diversity. It wasn't her place to speak for Tangle, she didn't have a rank beyond the basic one, yet. Ambitions were a bitch.

Settling off to the side, the dark hued croc would wait, willing any other Tanglers or other groups to show up, add a little more diversity. Turning her head to the side, inhaling scents around herself with a frown. She didn't need to attend this thing, but it certainly brought her some interest. It was something she'd heard of but had never attended. -

[W]isker