[PRP] The Great Architect (Solomon x Viher)

[Epine de Rose]

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Six months, six months!

If they didn't think he was dead now it would be an absolute miracle and he wasn't looking forward to providing his sheepish explanation for being away. While he was sure some would be understanding he still hadn't been able to get a full read on the pride leader to know if Ram would chastise him, or be understanding.

He had been out seeking new materials and structural designs (or inspiration as it were), and instead he had attempted to play hero to what could only be a lost cause. She had run from him while he slept and he had tried to locate her, but she had eluded him . He still worried for her safety, she was on a path of destruction, but eventually he had accepted that to pursue her would be to fight a losing battle.

Consequently he was late to return, months overdue in fact, and he could only hope that his research hadn't been vital in any way, shape or form...That, and he sincerely hoped that his strength hadn't been required. After all, he had been one of three Bumani in existence whenever he had left and if something had needed moving...

Well, he didn't want to think about it.

Better to think positively - no god was malicious enough to hit the Bahari more than once in the space of a few years, were they?  

[Epine de Rose]

Solomon was of no threat to Viher, he was a perfectly reasonable lion and more often than not he favoured diplomacy over force. The only thing the green hybrid may have to contend with was an exasperated individual that was rather tired and walking with purpose towards home. It seemed that charity might also have been lost on him at this point as he didn't feel inclined to stop for anyone who might need his aid.

...That didn't mean that he'd completely ignore them if immediately addressed though, only that he wouldn't be investing any significant time in rescuing anyone or showing them towards any type of light.

Fortunately for Viher ,Solomon had seen hybrids given that there were a small number in the Bahari. Consequently the leotah wouldn't see a surprised lion, so much as one who was inclined to give a small nod of acknowledgement as he drew near.

"Morning," he acknowledged, pausing only to raise a brow at the oddities that Viher seemed to have gathered from somewhere (he'd yet to encounter the Nchi himself).

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