11-04-2018, 08:09 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 480px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 0.2px; line-height: 145%;"]Her gaze zeroed in quickly on the lion at once, carved head tilting heavily upwards in acknowledgement. "Hm." She hummed in a noise of return to Titan's answer. Áine knew she couldn't have been alone in this stranger territory. Among all of those conflicting scents of animals, it almost made the air seem alive, old and new waves brushing against the atmosphere, clashing with one another, sharply ending or faintly fluttering away. The wind delivered the smell of the stranger to her with his presence too, strong and bold- but curt, cut.
Her neck lunged forward a bit when she spoke, elongating her posture, a regal silhouette covering up all of the naivety floating in her eyes. "My business ...? I would like to join the Ascendants." The muscular panther responded, response quick but not faded, clear as water rolling off her tongue. Áine pursed her lips softly, chewing the flesh on the inside of her cheek in a preoccupied manner, jaw locking and unlocking like her face was some sort of puzzle to beholders, never maintaining one true expression, always bounding between the lines of serious and playful. "And, my name is Áine, it's nice to meet you." The built feline kept her gaze on Titan, unafraid to maintain eye contact with him, despite the energy that lingered on his pelt, the power she could calculate by his size.
She had been trained, domesticated to fear the presence of a stronger male, to want to conquer him or weaken him in some way. A defense mechanism she had been taught and rinsed and repeated, but it was now just rotten roots that she had dug up and discarded. Instead, she remained timid, waiting, but still as impatient and restless as she was, asking, "There isn't some initiation to join, correct? No entrance ritual or such?" Not that she would have minded, but it was something to say, and if there was something Áine had to say it.
Her neck lunged forward a bit when she spoke, elongating her posture, a regal silhouette covering up all of the naivety floating in her eyes. "My business ...? I would like to join the Ascendants." The muscular panther responded, response quick but not faded, clear as water rolling off her tongue. Áine pursed her lips softly, chewing the flesh on the inside of her cheek in a preoccupied manner, jaw locking and unlocking like her face was some sort of puzzle to beholders, never maintaining one true expression, always bounding between the lines of serious and playful. "And, my name is Áine, it's nice to meet you." The built feline kept her gaze on Titan, unafraid to maintain eye contact with him, despite the energy that lingered on his pelt, the power she could calculate by his size.
She had been trained, domesticated to fear the presence of a stronger male, to want to conquer him or weaken him in some way. A defense mechanism she had been taught and rinsed and repeated, but it was now just rotten roots that she had dug up and discarded. Instead, she remained timid, waiting, but still as impatient and restless as she was, asking, "There isn't some initiation to join, correct? No entrance ritual or such?" Not that she would have minded, but it was something to say, and if there was something Áine had to say it.