[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]Wreathed in a cloak of scarlet, Agathe Ashyver arrived silently upon the Ascendants border. She said nothing as her burnt orange gaze surveyed the land, expression carefully composed and yet, halfway contemplative as she weighed her options. Her grandmother had vowed to hunt her to the ends of the earth, reclaiming the prize of life that she had given her all those moons ago. She had just barely gotten out, the smear and stain of matted blue blood on her rosetted pelt the only indicator of the physical fight they had before she had fled. Would this place provide her temporary sanctuary? Were the rumors true about their benevolence?
She supposed that she would have to risk it. Refuge, no matter where it came from, was still refuge, and Agathe needed time to heal and mend and mourn the life that had been sacrificed for her so she could escape.
"Hello," Called the snow leopard, her voice laced with a weariness that was hard to miss, "My name is Agathe and I..." There was a pause as she bit down her suddenly swelling pride, that innate reluctance to ask for help hard to ignore even in her lost and slightly injured state. Perhaps the her of the past would have continued to move, fending for herself until she died honorably. But Agathe had quickly learned that there was no such thing as honor; she either had to accept her death or try to live anyway she could. "I would like to join this place."
She sat back upon large haunches then, needing a moment to sit lest she grow light headed again. Her grandmother - her matron - had left quite the mark on her, a mark that symbolized her status as a traitor. It would not heal properly much less ever stop giving her trouble, but she was once more reminded that things could be worse. At least she hadn't managed to steal away the bracers made of pure iron that encircled both of her front legs. Agathe wouldn't have survived without that extra protection and... and...
No, she wouldn't think of him, not now. She had things to do and people to see and a clan to seamlessly assimilate into. Her grandmother would never find her here, among others, happy and healing and perhaps someone new and different. This was the end of her old life and the wondrous beginning of her new one.
She supposed that she would have to risk it. Refuge, no matter where it came from, was still refuge, and Agathe needed time to heal and mend and mourn the life that had been sacrificed for her so she could escape.
"Hello," Called the snow leopard, her voice laced with a weariness that was hard to miss, "My name is Agathe and I..." There was a pause as she bit down her suddenly swelling pride, that innate reluctance to ask for help hard to ignore even in her lost and slightly injured state. Perhaps the her of the past would have continued to move, fending for herself until she died honorably. But Agathe had quickly learned that there was no such thing as honor; she either had to accept her death or try to live anyway she could. "I would like to join this place."
She sat back upon large haunches then, needing a moment to sit lest she grow light headed again. Her grandmother - her matron - had left quite the mark on her, a mark that symbolized her status as a traitor. It would not heal properly much less ever stop giving her trouble, but she was once more reminded that things could be worse. At least she hadn't managed to steal away the bracers made of pure iron that encircled both of her front legs. Agathe wouldn't have survived without that extra protection and... and...
No, she wouldn't think of him, not now. She had things to do and people to see and a clan to seamlessly assimilate into. Her grandmother would never find her here, among others, happy and healing and perhaps someone new and different. This was the end of her old life and the wondrous beginning of her new one.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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