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[treading_dawn]

Aslan, the great lion that he is, slowly makes his way down the stairs into the main bar area. Halfway down, he stifles a yawn as his eyes catch sight of Crowley across the room. Aslan stops for a moment as his mane brightens a bit, then tones down to it's normal glow.
He finishes making his way down the stairs and carefully pads over to the couches by the fireplace.
Before settling down to sit, he stops long enough to make sure that Crowley saw Him, and knows where He is.
Satisfied, He begins absently to thump His tail on the carpet, eyes half-closed. Even against the light of the fire, His glow is apparent, and the air around Him is still and cool.

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[treading_dawn]

Satisfied with His location, Aslan naps.









[ooc: back later]

[aj_crawley]

*there's a distinct lack of subtlety in the way Crowley slides his chair around to face the other way*

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

Megatron scowls.

He knew.

Lioconvoy. It had to be. If such a ...legendary... hero were present, it would prove... problematic. Yes.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

Smeagol hides from the lion.

What is it with this bar and dangerous predators?