Is your faith shaken? Do you need to do some soul searching? Just want a listening ear?

Feel free to dive into action threading here. Just tag with any location of your preference and Aslan will come to you in some way, shape, or form.

Locked to Narnians

[His voice--if it is His voice to begin with--is like a whisper on the wind.]

Winter comes bringing friend and foe.

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The large shadow is hard to detect under the cover of night but he moves swiftly, bounding over a log to land on the ground without a sound. Here he pauses to shake his mane, flicking snow that turns into droplets when they impact the lens. Then he is on the move again.

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Walking alone in the woods does not necessarily make one feel lonely. Things do not happen the same way twice or thrice as this City is wont to test, and they can never know what might have happened. But this is what will happen. He walks and the trees seem to bend away from him save for the last whose trunk bows and branches shroud in a flurry of leaves that haven't dropped for the oncoming winter. In the darkness his shadow blends into the black as if there might be nothing there at all. And then it is made so, the lion is gone.

[ooc: Not a drop, but lions must go MIA sometimes.]

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The silence of paws padding through the woods belies the strength in teeth and the power of a roar. The lion walks under the darkness of a new moon, which is barely a moon at all. He doesn't call to those newly arrived, they know he is here. A rumbling rolls forth but it doesn't belong to the lion. Whoever it is makes the mistake of attacking him and the scuffle lasts mere seconds before one is on top of the other. And there is scratching. Scratching and scratching and scratching.

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Dear ones, find me. Speak to me.

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Dress doesn't make the skin but the skin can just as easily be scratched away.

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This is the forest at night and the moving shadow under a half moon of something, or someone. Then a rumbling but warm voice speaks.

"There is a deep magic more powerful than any of us. It defines right from wrong. It over sees all our destinies. Yours and mine."

[ooc: PS. The lion is ready to attack gestapo chasing the wrongfully accused or the genuinely remorseful through the forest. Feel free!]

Don't fear the shadows. Their presence means a light is shining nearby.

Locked to Pevensies

Follow the hoof beats in the snow and you may find a friend wise and old.

For some it may be only the beginning of the real story.

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[ His voice is not as warm as usual. ]

Winter finds itself well met. Be wary and be wise, dear ones.

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Walking in and out of the various gardens at Xanadu is a feline. For those still with life, the creature is no different from a house cat, small and tan in color. For those rendered ghostly on this day, he is a large lion whose mane seems to shine under sunlight.

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[A warm voice speaks to those who have always been here and those who have just arrived.]

Truths may sting for a while but lies hurt for a lifetime, dear ones.

Even chaos may have a pattern, one which has yet to gain recognition or definition. It may take time to understand nonetheless.

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All things considered, you were very graceful.

[There is singing on the wind, then the voice speaks.]

Spring has come.

It would be my pleasure to entertain what wisdom may grace me in this world.

Speak without fear and mind your humility.