NIGHT OF THE HUNTER // AGATHE

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]The note had been labelled more or less as a nuisance by Agathe, the snow leopard hardly in favor of the idea of taking time out of her day to visit the site of a murder. There was nothing interesting about idle chitchat pertaining to strange deaths and if she was being honest, she would much rather be fighting the culprit him or herself than discussing what they should do about it. But her image was something that needed to be delicately maintained if she were to earn the respect of her people so she decided to entertain the Starstruck Guardian nonetheless, stealing away from quarters and into the cool air of the outside world without little to no acknowledgement of anything around her.

For some reason, Agathe had left her cloak in her room, her scarred form on full display as she prowled towards the designated meeting place. She hadn't expected to be the first to arrive and frowned contemplatively as she looked around, scenting the air for any lingering traces of what could be Gabe's scent. A part of her grew restless, not used to waiting for anybody much less one of her subordinates. If she had been back home, perhaps she might have ordered a minor punishment to teach him the importance of being on time. But such brutality would hardly be appreciated here and so the Seraph had no choice but to resign to being patient, that frown not once wavering. She'd give him a few more minutes and then leave if he decided not to show up. After all, she'd much rather be pacing the borders and dealing with newcomers.

(this is so bad bc i literally cannot focus i'm sorry!!)