10-22-2018, 06:38 PM
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Well if she had come to this place expecting anything different than what she saw in Sunhaven, she was going to be disappointed. Atlas himself had only been here for a few days, but the stories hadn't escaped his attention. He had always been good at listening and putting together the pieces of information, weaving them into a cohesive tale. What he put together here was that same story of violence and warfare. Members dead and dying all around him. He himself had yet to show up at the scene of one, but knowing his luck, it wouldn't be long now. Today, at least, he finds that the dice still roll in his favor. Instead of a murder, he finds a stranger, and that situation is easy enough to navigate. Atlas figured that how Eden did it wasn't normal, but Agathe was a better role model. He learns quickly. All he can do is hope that he learns quickly enough not to stumble.
As he stands here, he dwarfs the cat in front of him, but there are similarities. Not in their appearances — Atlas is a massive creature, with long legs and a muscular body, and his body is covered in mottled patches of color. She's smaller and sweeter, if such a thing can be determined from one's appearance. The canine holds himself with a strange, off-putting bitterness. Aloof, even in the way he stands. But no, their similarities come in what they carry. His own bag is proportionally much larger and also much less interesting. It smells like old books, and any glimpse inside would reveal exactly that. As he leans his body to get a better look at hers, golden eyes linger on golden books, and a short-cropped tail wags just ever so slightly. Does she read them, or just trade them? He makes a note to ask later. Maybe.
Luckily for her, he's oblivious to group alliances, and the smell she carries is nothing interesting to him. The dog simply tilts his head and then blinks when he realizes he's been staring for perhaps a moment too long. "Why are you just standing there?"
As he stands here, he dwarfs the cat in front of him, but there are similarities. Not in their appearances — Atlas is a massive creature, with long legs and a muscular body, and his body is covered in mottled patches of color. She's smaller and sweeter, if such a thing can be determined from one's appearance. The canine holds himself with a strange, off-putting bitterness. Aloof, even in the way he stands. But no, their similarities come in what they carry. His own bag is proportionally much larger and also much less interesting. It smells like old books, and any glimpse inside would reveal exactly that. As he leans his body to get a better look at hers, golden eyes linger on golden books, and a short-cropped tail wags just ever so slightly. Does she read them, or just trade them? He makes a note to ask later. Maybe.
Luckily for her, he's oblivious to group alliances, and the smell she carries is nothing interesting to him. The dog simply tilts his head and then blinks when he realizes he's been staring for perhaps a moment too long. "Why are you just standing there?"
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｢ WORD COUNT: 357. MUSE LEVEL: 07. APPEARANCE NOTES. ｣
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OH MY LORD TAKE THIS SOUL,
｢ LAY ME AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER. INFO. ｣