HEIR OF FIRE | joining

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Tales of the Ascendant's hospitality were no doubt sheltered away from the enemies which wished to state otherwise. Countless would disagree, yet it did not stop those who seemed burdened by life's restrictions wishing to make their homes here. With endless unassuming hills and a chance to witness the stars, it was perfect for anyone wishing to get a taste of freedom. They were thoughts that rattled through the feline's brain as he approached the feline, taking a note of the iron which this stranger seemed to wear as well. From collars to almost bracelet looking things, there was certainly a sense of burden that came from the hearts of this new wave of joiners, not that they'd weigh the group down in any way with whatever was on their troubled minds. Truth be told, even if there was some sort of problem with a newcomer that'd put a damper on the clan's progress, with how many children also found sanctuary in the observatory, he'd take an older individual with flaws any day. At least they wouldn't pull at his ears or get him to play games when he really didn't want to.

Mental tirade over and perhaps sounding harsher than intended due to his tampered sleep schedule, Ren gave a quick gloss over the female, grey eyes warming when her fatigue became obvious to him. Even as the cloak contrasted the blood, it was hard to see anything physically wrong without running the risk of getting accused of staring too much, and so for now he kept his focus solely on Agathe's face. "Of course,". Once again unsure of whether he had the authority to say such things, the felidae didn't see how they could turn away someone who was clearly in need of something. Perhaps he should've read the rulebook... it just seemed pointless though. Flicking an ebony ear, Ren would give a little head tilt as he spoke next, as confused as a little puppy despite the difference in species. What would've he been like if he'd been born a dog? Probably not as cool, and I'd smell wet and nasty all of the time. "You look like you need help," he pointed out the obvious, rubbing his forepaw against the ground. "Could I offer some?".