The flowers, the birds, the wind, the moon| joining

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Now of course Ammon was familar with anyone who wore power like a cloak, and Stryker reeked of it.  He was almost certain the lion held his strenght over most things, knowing nothing would take a notch to his ego.  Oh how the mighty fall, very hard as usual.  He may never understand why on creations sake he was here where there were greener grass in the world.

All for love, he supposed.  Getting back to the question the wolf who could make slight judgement towards the lion from his limited senses.  " Ammon. And you are?" he repiled cooly.  Now was not to become a totla asshole Ammon.

"Cause I love the way you shine on me" —-- Ammon / The pitts  / [abbr=Tags ] male/ blind/ ageles.[/abbr] / roleplayer