11-07-2018, 12:05 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]"You arrive upon our border and wish for us to appease you? Interesting."
She'd step towards the stranger on quiet paws, a mixture of intrigue and curiosity dancing within those molten eyes of hers. Agathe could not help but arch a brow in mild skepticism, especially as her gaze passed over the familiar that seemed to accompany this hyena. She hadn't been wrong when she labelled this - all of it - as interesting and could not deny the growing interest she had in this canine and his purpose for being here. "My name is Agathe Ashyver and I'm one of the Seraphs here. How might I appease you today?" She inquired, an unmistakable edge to her words. While a part of her so desperately wished to know why he was here, she still could not look past the words she had caught. She did not appease others - not even her own clanmates. She would not start now.
Rolling rosetted shoulders, the witchling would sit down, a paw raising to absently trace the opposite's arm bracer. While she sensed no ill intentions from Matuah, she knew how deceptive a person could be. To say that she was on guard was an understatement. "And do tell me your name. I don't particularly like conversing with strangers." Teeth would flash in something that resembled a mirthless grin before she sat back, head tilting to the left. If he was looking for his standards of the Ascendants to be met, it was almost a shame that Agathe had been the first to greet him.
She'd step towards the stranger on quiet paws, a mixture of intrigue and curiosity dancing within those molten eyes of hers. Agathe could not help but arch a brow in mild skepticism, especially as her gaze passed over the familiar that seemed to accompany this hyena. She hadn't been wrong when she labelled this - all of it - as interesting and could not deny the growing interest she had in this canine and his purpose for being here. "My name is Agathe Ashyver and I'm one of the Seraphs here. How might I appease you today?" She inquired, an unmistakable edge to her words. While a part of her so desperately wished to know why he was here, she still could not look past the words she had caught. She did not appease others - not even her own clanmates. She would not start now.
Rolling rosetted shoulders, the witchling would sit down, a paw raising to absently trace the opposite's arm bracer. While she sensed no ill intentions from Matuah, she knew how deceptive a person could be. To say that she was on guard was an understatement. "And do tell me your name. I don't particularly like conversing with strangers." Teeth would flash in something that resembled a mirthless grin before she sat back, head tilting to the left. If he was looking for his standards of the Ascendants to be met, it was almost a shame that Agathe had been the first to greet him.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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