COME TAKE A WALK | VISITOR

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]/ granted. ren's is a bright red soul with chain-like patterns all across it c:

A home in the mountains sounded like the epitome of peace. Ren himself had grown up some distance away from the clans, an isolated area not too far away from tranquility. First-hand he'd witnessed how such quiet days weren't fated to last, regardless of how hard he tried to live a normal life within the Ascendants. He was on his way to living out a modest life as some high position, free to throw his weight around and ignore everything else for it wasn't his problem... that didn't sound right, did it? Rumours of apathetic creatures ran rampant, but the felidae knew he couldn't just sit silently whilst his acquaintances were challenged. Problems were heating up in the Ascendants, it was up to creatures like him to try and get to the bottom of the group's plentiful woes. For now though, his mission was postponed by a stranger on the borders.

The longer he waited to turn into a detective, the higher the chance that someone else would fall victim to the lone murderer, Ren tried not to think about it too much however. Now that announcements had been made warning everyone, surely they'd have to be smarter about where they decide to target, in other words, the feline figured he had some time to relax. Arrogant maybe, but what other choice did he have in the daytime? Wearing one of his signature neutral expressions, the bicoloured felidae approached the big cat, eyes instantly focusing in on the sword which his peers had already made a celebrity. Does it have a name? Some creatures got sentimental about their gear, Ren tried to strive for better and better equipment in opposition to that. Realising that ashen eyes were perhaps staring a little too long, his gaze blinked back towards the cougar's face, a nod of greetings offered politely.

"Your sword looks cold," the Guardian spoke nonchalantly, tilting his head subtly to the left. "Is it called Excalibrrr?". The other did not seem terribly appreciative of puns, but the male hadn't been able to hold back as a hint of winter wind bit his ears.