Broken hunger
The room is starting to get crowded after the arrival of the remaining Mufasa's officials. This last year, the Warship has become a shadowy figure of its own old glory days.
There are so many empty seats under the nervous gaze of The captain. His movements are swift but unhurried, neglected, even. His normally well-kept golden beard that gives him a majestic Lion aspect is now grassy unkempt. Even his uniform has suffered from equal lacking of maintenance. This is not the same proud Lion man you knew two years ago, a shallow husk, you just now realize how much he has fallen.
Skar takes control of the audience, he nonetheless conserves his charismatic actor voice and his gift with words. But... Still, his right-hand is shivering uncontrollably. It is really subtle but with your Cougar reflexes and sight can notice it now. Could have he consume some drugs? Or is something else entirely?
Your scientific background lets you clear that not only he is under the influence Of the sexual drug Ambergris. He has an overdose... You try to recall one of your favourite subjects: Poisons and Potions.
You are almost sure that you have studied a similar case in The Academy. That's it. He has consumed an Octopus neurotoxin. Skar will be dead in a few hours.
The holographic table comes to life showing up an immense Warship far bigger than anything any Tribe have seen. The design is sleek and elegant made with a material glass-like glittering in the space, a precious jewel.
The immensity of it soon blowing up the entire room. The size of a big moon. Your own original planet is only twice that length.
The captain soon let The Spymaster in the ship talking.
Sam more known as Sour puss, is one of the most popular veteran heroes in the entire Feline tribe. She could have retired decades ago enjoyed her new nobility, and Become a supreme general or even a Political power by herself.
Still, she keeps a low-level official place and behaves as the low-born swearing brute force she was 70 years ago when she joined the Space marine as a Shadow claw legionnaire.
The behemoth is a muscular powerhouse With tiger paws and claws that can gut a mammoth Her ebony smooth skin contrasts with her fiery Orange and black short hair following the Tiger skin patterns.
"This Is the fucking Greek's Wooden Horse and the City. With the technology, it has inside we could win overall nations making the entire Galaxy falling under our paws. However, We have found the nanoparticles trace of a spy Octopuses vessel nearby They know, and they also know that we know."
"They will be there ready for an ambush." Says Skar with his old deep rich voice turn into something flat, a shriek The whispers in late weeks become tangible in the mind of all presents. A tangled web of gazes and gossip. Meanwhile, the temblor of his right-hand becomes evident to everyone.
"That is obvious. Skar, Have you been riding the Whale?
" Me,? What the fuck are you talking about Sourpuss ... I am perfectly fine. I'm tired of all of this, that's all." The captain swears but even his voice denounce his fakeness.
An odd force inside you is trying to pull you on the feud. Still, you know that not intervene could be key in your future military career.
There are so many empty seats under the nervous gaze of The captain. His movements are swift but unhurried, neglected, even. His normally well-kept golden beard that gives him a majestic Lion aspect is now grassy unkempt. Even his uniform has suffered from equal lacking of maintenance. This is not the same proud Lion man you knew two years ago, a shallow husk, you just now realize how much he has fallen.
Skar takes control of the audience, he nonetheless conserves his charismatic actor voice and his gift with words. But... Still, his right-hand is shivering uncontrollably. It is really subtle but with your Cougar reflexes and sight can notice it now. Could have he consume some drugs? Or is something else entirely?
Your scientific background lets you clear that not only he is under the influence Of the sexual drug Ambergris. He has an overdose... You try to recall one of your favourite subjects: Poisons and Potions.
You are almost sure that you have studied a similar case in The Academy. That's it. He has consumed an Octopus neurotoxin. Skar will be dead in a few hours.
The holographic table comes to life showing up an immense Warship far bigger than anything any Tribe have seen. The design is sleek and elegant made with a material glass-like glittering in the space, a precious jewel.
The immensity of it soon blowing up the entire room. The size of a big moon. Your own original planet is only twice that length.
The captain soon let The Spymaster in the ship talking.
Sam more known as Sour puss, is one of the most popular veteran heroes in the entire Feline tribe. She could have retired decades ago enjoyed her new nobility, and Become a supreme general or even a Political power by herself.
Still, she keeps a low-level official place and behaves as the low-born swearing brute force she was 70 years ago when she joined the Space marine as a Shadow claw legionnaire.
The behemoth is a muscular powerhouse With tiger paws and claws that can gut a mammoth Her ebony smooth skin contrasts with her fiery Orange and black short hair following the Tiger skin patterns.
"This Is the fucking Greek's Wooden Horse and the City. With the technology, it has inside we could win overall nations making the entire Galaxy falling under our paws. However, We have found the nanoparticles trace of a spy Octopuses vessel nearby They know, and they also know that we know."
"They will be there ready for an ambush." Says Skar with his old deep rich voice turn into something flat, a shriek The whispers in late weeks become tangible in the mind of all presents. A tangled web of gazes and gossip. Meanwhile, the temblor of his right-hand becomes evident to everyone.
"That is obvious. Skar, Have you been riding the Whale?
" Me,? What the fuck are you talking about Sourpuss ... I am perfectly fine. I'm tired of all of this, that's all." The captain swears but even his voice denounce his fakeness.
An odd force inside you is trying to pull you on the feud. Still, you know that not intervene could be key in your future military career.