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[aslandish]

Who: Aslan (aslandish) and YOU!
When: February 13th through February 19th, day or night.
Where: All over the Port.
Summary: Even the gods themselves don't always walk unseen.
Warnings: None?
Notes: Permissions post is here! Please tag in with the time, sector, and specific location! Daytime threads will mostly be Aslan in his human form; nighttime threads and less populated areas like Sector 7 and the beach will likely be his lion form. If you have a preference, feel free to specify! Also, tag yourselves in!

[ A year and several months, not including the time spent in the world he calls his home. Though it is no great span of time for one who exists outside of it, he feels the days have been long, even for one such as himself.

Despite this, he finds he is content. There is something to be said for the work that he does. Whether is be an encouraging word by day, or a beacon by night, it is in the little things that he finds the most joy and happiness.

A true smile from one who was lost has ever been enough to warm his heart with the heat of a thousand suns. ]

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[aslandish]

[ There are many creatures that roam the streets of the city at night, and though most are the stuff of nightmares, some are decidedly not.

A lion who shines with the light of the sun pads silently by, undeterred by the encroaching dark. Will you speak with him? ]

[that_is_asecret]

[Xellos notices the beacon of light, a stark contrast to the dark around them. He'd seen plenty of creatures in his life, but this would have been a first for him. ]

Hello down there, Mr. Lion. Going for an evening stroll?

[Cheerfully]

[aslandish]

[ A brief pause, as he considers the other in silence, an intelligence there that speaks of knowledge beyond what may be readily apparent. ]

[that_is_asecret]

[He certainly hoped he wasn't being considered food. He was rather fond of lions and animals for the most part. It reminded him of his home on Wolf Pack Island.]

Right.