MONTHLY MEETING [ MARCH 2023 ]

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" I CAN HEAR YOUR PULSE RACING FROM HERE! "

The grand golden dragon was the first to arrive to this neck of the woods, they hadn't been out this way in so long that they were surprised that they knew the way back still. When even was the last time that they had attended? They couldn't pull the time to the front of their mind. Heavy steps carried them forth as they passed under the arch of the Pitt, the newly demoted Marauder heaving a heavy breath. Heavy taloned feet pressed into softer ground as they walked, rasping their tongue over cracked scales around their mouth. They hated this.

They couldn't even watch as they walked, blind eyes roving over the empty area before them. Ear twitching as they walked, a growl leaving them. Waterlily. Was she still there? Sweeping their head as the God of War walked, sensing the light for The Pitt reacting to their presence. Low was the growl, their ears drooping some. Would anyone else show up this time?

"Waterlily? It smells a lot like blood here ... Can you tell me what you see?"