10-18-2018, 08:55 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]Ah, yes. If there was one dilemma that Agathe had happened upon more than once since joining the Ascendants, it was the nearly universal question of what to eat. Big game had once been her primary diet with dinners sometimes accentuated by a glass full of a recently conquered enemy's blood. That latter part was wholly unnecessary, even Agathe realized that, but if people were free to fill themselves up with alcohol, why could she and her sister's not get drunk off of the coppery tang of their own victory? She was intelligent enough to acknowledge how entirely out of place a practice such as that one was here though, and more often than not found herself forced to hunt and dine by her lonesome.
Such never bothered her, really it didn't, but Agathe would not be afraid to admit how much she missed the company of her fourteen other sisters as they shared valiant tales of battle with one another. A sharp pang went through her at that thought, golden eyes briefly shutting as she, for the first time, pondered what punishment might have befallen them for once answering to her. A few horrendous outcomes came to mind and caused her to abandon the thought completely, though the faintest remnants of a frown now embraced a rosetted maw. She needed a distraction.
And perhaps the Fates knew that, as they gifted her with the sight of Ren who seemed to be mulling over his next meal. Blood from the deer she had mercilessly slaughtered still stained her paws and parts of her muzzle, but Agathe appeared relatively unbothered by her unbecoming appearance as she chose to take a seat before him, eyeing his meal selections with a gleaming, golden gaze. "The prey here is so small," She finally mused aloud, shoulders rising and falling (and earning a well hidden wince from Agathe because her wounds still had yet to heal) in a shrug, "But it's good nevertheless. Fresh. How are you?"
Such never bothered her, really it didn't, but Agathe would not be afraid to admit how much she missed the company of her fourteen other sisters as they shared valiant tales of battle with one another. A sharp pang went through her at that thought, golden eyes briefly shutting as she, for the first time, pondered what punishment might have befallen them for once answering to her. A few horrendous outcomes came to mind and caused her to abandon the thought completely, though the faintest remnants of a frown now embraced a rosetted maw. She needed a distraction.
And perhaps the Fates knew that, as they gifted her with the sight of Ren who seemed to be mulling over his next meal. Blood from the deer she had mercilessly slaughtered still stained her paws and parts of her muzzle, but Agathe appeared relatively unbothered by her unbecoming appearance as she chose to take a seat before him, eyeing his meal selections with a gleaming, golden gaze. "The prey here is so small," She finally mused aloud, shoulders rising and falling (and earning a well hidden wince from Agathe because her wounds still had yet to heal) in a shrug, "But it's good nevertheless. Fresh. How are you?"
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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