VODKA ON ICE ;; joining/lost

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]"Pacifism is a strong word to use. You wouldn't want to give her the wrong idea, would you?" Agathe inquired quietly, joining the pair on near silent paws. The snow leopard practically lived at the border these days, trying her best to tend to newcomers as quickly as possible. She was drained though, especially with the new responsibilities that had been stacked upon her scarred shoulders only hours after she had been promoted to Cosmic General. Moon's death had been as untimely as it had been unexpected and admittedly, she was still reeling.

But that didn't matter she supposed, not when she was curiously observing Bryn through a golden gaze. "You're free to act as you wish," The Seraph would continue easily, remembering that she was required to at least explain what she meant, "So long as you don't hurt one of your own or one of our allies. That is, if you even wish to join." This creature smelt faintly of the Pitt but Agathe, for once, assumed nothing but good intentions. She looked lost and confused anyways, perhaps even physically drained. As much as Agathe refused to deal with children of any capacity, she couldn't help but feel the slightest inklings of pity towards this one. "I'm Agathe Ashyver. What's your name?"