There will come a Ruler // Aesior

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BURN THE BOAT BURN THE SAIL

oh. he'd thought himself alone here. clearing his throat awkwardly, the lion emerged from the greenery, "It's just me, Red.", the male would rumble as he walked into the clearing and shook leaves from his pelt. His head still ached something fierce, fabric settled about his horn and covering the rather ugly wound that he had received during the island skirmish. Everything hurt and he'd sought out some quiet and empty place, away from prying eyes, away from the clamor of Tanglewood main. Everything felt wrong and too raw and he didn't know what to do about it and his head was killing him. So many expectations, so many answers to give and he still didn't know what the hell he was doing. He wasn't meant to lead in the first place, he wished he could go back in time and tell Corrupttimelines that he couldn't look after the group.

Swaying on his paws, he nearly stumbled before sitting down with a heavy thump, "Sorry. Feeling a bit off today. I can leave if you'd like."

FEEL THE THUNDER START TO CALL
[ speech ] | [ american lion ] | [ appearance ]

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