SEVEN BILLION SOULS — MEETING & ORIENTATION [08/03]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]"it's far from poison. there's no need to worry everyone." came the murmur of prestige, as he wove his way through the crowd to stand at the side of the throne, turning his eyes to the rest of the throne room. the tuxedo twitched his tail, gaze lingering on capone for a moment, until he looked to those gathered and bobbed his head in greeting.

"prestige nocte-maestus, i'm one of the advisers, as sola said." pres introduced himself, offering them a tired smile. "you may consult me with any questions or concerns when sola is too busy." the tom slowly seated himself, tail curling neatly around his paws. he wasn't sure what else sola had to say, but whatever it was, he was there to support her.