11-08-2018, 01:29 PM
▹▹▹▹ It wasn't hard to miss the two obviously lost felines that had now stumbled upon their border, nor Silus' cool, collected greeting towards them. While a Bengal was one thing, these two seemed a bit jumpy at just about... everything. It was a fact that Atticus noted idly as the large melantistic Jaguar silently slid up behind Silus, his pawsteps gliding across the rolling terrain with ease, almost just appearing from out of the shadows as he took a place besides the younger male. They were scared; the way they held themselves, with their ears back and their nose scrunched, their body tense to flee at any moment. It was a look upon them that Atticus only offered a soft tilt of his head to as the scarred jaguar laid his pure golden eyes upon the creatures. So, they were from somewhere else, hm? Somewhere that they likely had little knowledge of. He had to admit this was an intriguing fact, not enough to speak up immediately, for that wasn't exactly his nature, but a tidbit of knowledge to keep around, assuming they didn't die of fright on the spot.
Silus, however, was a smart one. Atticus smothered any look of amusement that dared to flicker across his face at his attempts to remain a neutral source, to try and lure these people in by making it seem as though there was not a large group of lions, felines, and creatures just behind them at the observatory some ways away. Or, at least, that is what his answer seemed to amend, first and foremost. "They seem to have had a long journey, Silus," his low voice rumbled, giving the obvious answer with an idle flick of his ear, never quite one for pointing out the apparent information that could be seen by anyone. Still, Atticus could very easily play along, exhaling slowly as he sunk down onto his belly idly, making himself smaller and, to some degree, less imposing. Yet, his golden eyes and his stoic, scarred face stared back at the felines, an unwavering glance that was anything but unimposing. "What are your names? Where do you come from?" he continued easily, seemingly not even heeding the looks upon their faces anymore as he canted his head softly at the question. Of course, even he knew that such a question could be easily ignored, eventually sighing again as he continued, "We would not harm you, so long as you do not make the first strike." It was... True enough, for now. While the Ascendants were neutral, they would willingly fight if it came to it; yet Atticus did not think that this pair would try.
Silus, however, was a smart one. Atticus smothered any look of amusement that dared to flicker across his face at his attempts to remain a neutral source, to try and lure these people in by making it seem as though there was not a large group of lions, felines, and creatures just behind them at the observatory some ways away. Or, at least, that is what his answer seemed to amend, first and foremost. "They seem to have had a long journey, Silus," his low voice rumbled, giving the obvious answer with an idle flick of his ear, never quite one for pointing out the apparent information that could be seen by anyone. Still, Atticus could very easily play along, exhaling slowly as he sunk down onto his belly idly, making himself smaller and, to some degree, less imposing. Yet, his golden eyes and his stoic, scarred face stared back at the felines, an unwavering glance that was anything but unimposing. "What are your names? Where do you come from?" he continued easily, seemingly not even heeding the looks upon their faces anymore as he canted his head softly at the question. Of course, even he knew that such a question could be easily ignored, eventually sighing again as he continued, "We would not harm you, so long as you do not make the first strike." It was... True enough, for now. While the Ascendants were neutral, they would willingly fight if it came to it; yet Atticus did not think that this pair would try.