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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 6:47 pm
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Nodding his head, Midas completely understood and was thankful that the lioness at the very least, was spared the discomfort of knowing the grief that comes from loss. “At least you have been spared from that pain…” Looking at her gently, Midas reached a paw out and touched her shoulder gently before setting it down on the floor.
“You are stronger than you realize…” Looking up at the sky, he realized he needed to leave soon. Frowning, he looked at Businge again. “I am part of the stormborn, a reaver soon to be captain. I travel, trade and sometimes fight for my pride.” Letting the words sink in, Midas continued, “Would you like to come with me for tonight? I can tell you about my journeys… and maybe… if only for a night, you can be distracted from your pride and its issues.” Staring at her he offered a coy smile. “Either way… my time is up for today and I must go.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 7:06 pm
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