took the razor in my hand / joining

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]Even Agathe, who was renowned because of her quiet judgement, could not find it in herself to make a comment about his name- not negatively, anyways. No one knew how much of a hopeless romantic she was, the mere fantasy of love itself one that often danced through her dreams and left her both bitter and wistful. While she would never vocally announce this, she believed that this stranger had a nice name. A good name, even. But reading the mood of Moon and Gabe left her approaching with only a stoic expression, that burning golden gaze of her sweeping once over Loverboy. He was another big cat just like she and Moon and Titan and that was nice to see- it reminded her of home. She chose not to comment on that either.

Instead, Agathe would snort as Gabe referred to this place as 'Hell', teeth flashing in some type of broken smile before she resumed her careful composure and returned her attention to the joiner. "Hell... The Ascendants... I suppose they're being interchanged nowadays?" She mused aloud, more to herself than anyone else, "I'm Agathe." Unlike the first part of her words, the introduction was directed at Loverboy. Her cloaked shoulders would rise and fall in a casual shrug before she reared upon her haunches, "What's your business here?" She had to remind herself to remain level and calm, that innate urge to strike him to see what color his blood was an incessant whisper in the back of her head. Traditions died hard, and Agathe was constantly struggling to remember that things were different now. That her clanmates all bled red now. She figured that she'd adjust soon.

Hopefully.