An expanse of mass graves | Open, Joining

[london r.]

Mum had taught London to never judge based on appearances, and the girl had done her best to always have an open mind, but oh dear, that seemed rather difficult to recall at the moment. There was a trace of sympathy within the young girl's brilliant blue gaze as the creature of a much more gentle sort approached. It was almost painful to imagine what had caused one to gain suck a twisted appearance, not to mention how much bullying one might receive. People could be so cruel, and though the she didn't know the half of it, having lived a sheltered life, she still somehow knew it to be true.

The fluffy, youthful girl was quick to approach, her dainty paws lithe, and with such grace, she appeared to be dancing through the snow. Though it was just to make a good first impression, as the clouded leopard happened to be terribly clumsy most all of the time. Bandages wrapped up a somewhat recent wound on her chest, but it didn't seem to pain the girl in any way. In fact, she wore a soft, welcoming smile upon her vibrant features. She wanted to show this stranger as much kindness as she could muster, not out of fear, but just because it seemed like the right thing to do. Surely anyone else would agree?

"Hello." the soft spoken voice chimed, revealing a trace of her British accent. "Welcome to the Snowbound, my name is London. Is there anything I can help you with mister?" her voice was as fine as powdered sugar, glossing over her kind words. Her accent became more apparent as she spoke again, cheeks taking on a rosy hue from the frigid air. She had first come here rather recently as well, and she was still getting used to the wintry atmosphere. It would be so much easier just to remain huddled in a million blankets, but she wasn't sure how others would respond if a blanket monster came to greet them. She wasn't even sure how she herself might respond in such a strange situation.