08-04-2018, 03:44 PM
[size=9pt]/retro to capture
"Request denied." The lion was mud splattered and busy, mane in all states of a mess. He had herbs in his jaw and herbs in his bag, various stems and sticks protruding. His voice was flat. "We don't talk here. Only form of communication accepted is brief exchanges of star signs." He looked the cheetah over, squinting, because there was almost something about her he felt he recognized, but it escaped him. What didn't escape him was her words, vague like a politician trying to avoid a scandal. But ultimately, he didn't know her, and he figured Bast would beat his ass if he fucked up a potential allegiance with a powerful clan. Not that this was that. He forces a brief grin. "Jokes. Whatcha' wanna talk about, Sola? Twenty question? I'm sure someone higher up will be here soon."
"Request denied." The lion was mud splattered and busy, mane in all states of a mess. He had herbs in his jaw and herbs in his bag, various stems and sticks protruding. His voice was flat. "We don't talk here. Only form of communication accepted is brief exchanges of star signs." He looked the cheetah over, squinting, because there was almost something about her he felt he recognized, but it escaped him. What didn't escape him was her words, vague like a politician trying to avoid a scandal. But ultimately, he didn't know her, and he figured Bast would beat his ass if he fucked up a potential allegiance with a powerful clan. Not that this was that. He forces a brief grin. "Jokes. Whatcha' wanna talk about, Sola? Twenty question? I'm sure someone higher up will be here soon."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]