seal my heart and break my pride | injury

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Agathe turned quickly to face Loverboy, eyes momentarily narrowing as she was seized with temporary unfamiliarity. Brutality would embrace her expression, contorting what usually was a mask of calm composure until it resembled something so entirely unlike the snow leopard that even she was shocked by the swell of emotion that accompanied the shift. And then, she remembered who he was and where they were and reverted almost instantaneously back to normal. She didn't bother apologizing for looking so frightening or hostile, instead only nodding at his words. "That would be..." Bile rose in her throat at the thought of accepting help from another. She ignored it. "Lovely and much appreciated."

Perhaps she had been entertaining the thought of a sincere apology when Radeken's words cut through the air, causing the cloaked snow leopard to bristle ever so slightly. "I don't think you want to see what happens when I'm being sloppy," Agathe merely retorted, refusing the urge to pull her lips back in a snarl. It would be classless with her to engage in a fight with her own clanmate, even if such would have once been encouraged where she came from. Instead, she turned her attention to a combination of the stinging in her face and chest and the inquiry that, surprisingly, followed Rad's words.

"We're witchlings," Agathe explained breezily, as if her heritage was a commonly known thing, "Our blue blood is a symbol of our status. Where I come from, only those who bleed blue are welcome to join our ranks." She'd turn to consider the deceased cheetah for a few seconds, her golden gaze running over her wounds several times. "We need to deposit this one's body as far from here as possible. I can take care of it once my wounds have been addressed," She continued, nodding ever so slightly to Loverboy. "Any more questions?"