THAT GREEN GENTLEMAN | open, intro / face painting !!

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YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

YEAH, YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T GO BACK, IT'S TOO LATE TO SAY IT'S TOO LATE. YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK THAT YOU SAID NOTHING. HOW COULD YOU DO NOTHING?

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Seeing a former captive inviting his captors over to his table filled with various paints and colors was not something that Titan would have ever imagined. When someone was captured, they were either enslaved or killed at a certain point. That was how it usually worked, was it not? However, the Ascendants was a different case. He could not exactly picture a leader like Moonmade ordering for someone's execution. The Ascendants, although it contained some members that could be considered "hardcore", was not a chaotic group. They were not brutes, not savages that killed because they could.

He was still confused as to why Pierce had decided to remain here instead of high-tailing back to Sunhaven, and that was what he would ask at that moment. His curiosity was overriding his introverted tendencies, obviously, as the lion padded over. His amber gaze swept over the paints, and at Pierce's offer to paint his face ( for some reason ), he stated monotonously, "No thank you." After a few moments, Titan had taken a seat and asked, "I see you've decided to stay." He couldn't say that he was not suspicious of Pierce's intentions. Could this possibly be a lure for his angry clanmates? A chance for another raid? His narrowed eyes met the gaze of the serval, as if he were observing every movement of his facial features.