It's a long way to Tipperary! // Joining // It's a long way, I know!

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color;"]All Agathe seemed to do anymore was patrol.

She supposed that that wasn't inherently a bad thing - not with the plethora of joiners always found conveniently upon their border - but for a creature honed to be a battle-ready weapon, this type of idleness was quickly growing boring. Every part of her wanted nothing more than to sing with bloodlust in the heat of battle, not put on her friendliest facade and handle interior matters. But she had sacrificed tearing flesh and splitting bone the moment she defied her grandmother and here, she supposed that this was her indirect punishment. So she would embrace it, as she did all things, and hope and pray to her many faced Goddess that she would be granted some sort of peace.

A sigh would fall from dark lips as an unfamiliar scent crossed her path, angled ears swiveling in the direction of faint noise as she abandoned her original course to deal with whatever found itself upon their border. She didn't expect much - she never did - and would by lying if she said that she was surprised to see someone who probably wished to join fiddling around with a knife in the ground. Hm. "What's your business here, stranger?" Agathe would call out to him, expression as composed and cold as usual as she regarded him with that steely, golden gaze, "This is the Ascendants territory." The cloaked snow leopard didn't bother introducing herself, not until she at least heard his name anyways. It'd be a waste of breath until that moment.