Am I not a fly like thee // N.I. Visit // Or art thou not a man like me?

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well Time, she did
as time, she does

Julius told him where to go, and, just like any self respecting man, he went along with it. It gave Morgan the excuse to explore some more under the guise of a visit. Really, he didn't mind! He was quite happy with padding along toward the desert. And when he came across it, and stared at the outposts, he couldn't help but let a smile come across his face. "Stunning."

He halted by one of the outposts, dropping the basket of farmed goods at his feet and sitting down. The basket was nothing too special -- herbs native to the Imperium's territory, some dried beef, a couple of bottles of wine. Something Julius had hastily put together, in hopes of giving back to the group who came across their doorstep.

The sun beat down on his pale fur and he shook himself, rose orange eyes closing as he let the breeze run past.

#psy.

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patrols.

this was when he took time to think and plan. his mind racing with ideas and goals. then, he noted a smell that was strange yet, familiar. the lions paws guiding him right to the source of the smell. as soon as he was there, he stopped and offered a dip of his head. no doubt this was a relations type situation. after all, he was, in fact, happy to be the one in charge of it.

greetings. i am night of no stars. how can i help you today? he offered in friendly tone. after all, he smelled like the imperium and they were a neutral. which may as well be an ally. he noted the basket, but didn't comment on it as of yet. it was only ight to be respectful and wait as they had when he first arrived.

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african lion - vampire - taken - bio

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