Since his previous attempt to observe and study the Spire had been all but "sabotaged" by Leon and Fisher ditching him as the thing went berserk, he had made his way back in order to examine it yet again. Again, the magic in the air was thick but it was no where near as dangerous and he merely nodded to himself a couple of times as he made his way up to it with a broad grin.

All the power it was giving off was a turn on for anyone with a lust for strength and he hummed in the back of his throat. Should anyone permit him, he would set up the Merrymen here in order to remain completely in control of the machine thing and the Spire with its boundless magic. Clustered at the top were the volumes of blue crystals that were constantly glowing. Constantly releasing this power. But his quadruped body structure didn't allow him to reach the summit and he growled slightly.

It was in these moments he was envious of the winged creatures that plagued the area. They didn't have much use for anything other than their speed and hunting style. Though if someone were to fly by equipped with possible appendages to get them to the top, he would be more than happy to brain wash a fellow with the spell he figured would either be the death of him or something great. Louie walked around the base of the Spire before he got up on his back legs and pushed hard with his front legs. There was no way it would actually do anything of use but he was hoping he could at least channel the energy into something useful.

Eyes fluttered open to shine with vibrant life; she awoke with a nudge of another. She was tenderly pressed against the far left base of the Spire. A day old, the chubby kitten had traveled individually with high optimism that would blind her of any real danger. Or the care of it at least.

Her white body curled against the tall boulder. Pink eyes glared upwards to see what had looked like an orange lion. But this lion was smaller than Mama Mak. The creature stood on its hind legs suddenly and would send Rhône into an abrupt jerk of surprise.

Unappreciative of the orange lion's disruption, she'd fuss with a soft hiss. Ears flattened and her chin rose. Her pink nose flared and scrunched, her little teeth visible. Her tail coiled around her hind as she remained low while under the orange lion. It smelt of dog-like musk, repelling her further from his body.

White fur bristled with warning. Obviously startled from her slumber, she'd meow her fear. Her voice would shakily demand the lion." Get back ! "

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" Talking looks like this. "

' Thinking looks like this.. '