LIKE A HEATHEN CLUNG TO THE HOMILY | body paint & weekly task

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PINK RIBBON SCARS

THAT NEVER FORGET. I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO C L E A N S E THESE REGRETS.

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War. Bloodshed. There were quite a few things that the young lion had lived to see in his lifetime, and those were just some of them ( unfortunately ). Titan had not suffered through a war in a long time, though, and he hoped that it would never arise again. It wasn't looking too good these days, not with the Sunhaven drama [sup]bubbling[/sup] to the surface, but at least he could fight for a new allegiance. He could leave the past behind him and fight for the new clan he was apart of.

Titan noticed Agathe's arrangement of paints; he was not unfamiliar with the concept of war-paint, though he had never participated in such a tradition before. It would be interesting, he supposed. The colors weren't blindingly pink or yellow, so whatever design was given to him, he would be alright with it. "Do what you will." Titan supposed, padding on over. He met Agathe's gaze and added, "And I'm trusting you not to write anything on my face." A hint of a smile met his lips, but like a fleeting [shadow=black,left]shadow,[/shadow] it passed and his neutral features were once again restored. Titan had never, er, had his face painted before. Hopefully all would go well.