JANUARY 2019 LEADER MEETING

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Ninazu looked at Sephiroth long enough to discount him as an immediate threat, though the lioness thought he might erupt into violence – verbal, at least – later in this meeting. The Rosebloods took the Pitt’s beatings like a dead horse, and she almost wondered whether their leader simply thought he could wait for their interest to wane. Sunhaven had the same strategy; though, in the Roseblood’s case, Ninazu’s motivation came from wrath rather than boredom. She would not forget them so easily.

Lashing her tail at the Tanglewood general’s entrance, the lioness grimaced at his sickly sweet tone. No doubt, he wore an emotional mask alongside the physical one. She distinctly remembered throwing lightning at him; her claws itched to redouble her attempt, but now was neither the time nor place. “I’ll pass on the s’mores.” She eyed the cold treats with some disdain; she preferred hers hot. Besides, the isolated swamp rats might’ve poisoned them – intentionally or not, with their mucky water.

“I am Ninazu Harbringer,” she added, after a small pause. This one, at least, introduced himself before giving his own name – now she could finally put a name to his face (or… ice face, to be more accurate). Tapping her claws on the ground, she lazily asked him, “Though, I’m curious. You’ve kept your group extremely isolated lately – why bother coming to this at all?” Ninazu planned for ulterior motives in her political games.

Though he acted more like a dumb sap trying to make friends, with the cold sugar and (perceived) artificial sweetener in his voice.

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