` ✦ ° — DARK NECESSITIES / O, ATTACKED.

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]At one time in her life, Agathe had lived and breathed violence- a savage that delighted in ripping and tearing and destroying everything. The scars that littered her form, crisscrossing and slicing white and black fur, were evidence of her bloody past, hidden only partially under the blood-red cloak that she loved so dearly. She might have been the fiercest Matron to ever grace her clan, her innate need for bloodshed and war an unquenchable force of her grandmother's own design. But her grandmother had never anticipated her to go rogue and forsake them all, realizing that all those feelings and cares she had pretended not to have lurked just beneath the surface of her frigid exterior. Now, she was simply the ill-tempered Seraph of the Ascendants. Nothing more. Nothing less.

But she could not be that person alone and, whether it be because of genuine care or her own selfishness, she felt her heart sink upon hearing Atticus' words. Titan was injured. Golden eyes would blink a few times as she descended upon the scene, cloak billowing openly behind her as she fixated that frantic gaze upon her partner. "What happened?" She demanded breathlessly, tasting the air for any indication of an enemy. Whether that be the Pitt or Sunhaven or some deity his or herself, she would extract her revenge. And it would be painful. So painful. She could not help but feel lucky that his injuries didn't seem that severe though. Her sisters had sustained life threatening injuries and walked off the battle field hungry for more, surviving by their own tenacity- Titan could do the same, would do the same.

Every part of her was buzzing with that need for blood and yet, Agathe somehow remained rooted to the spot, not moving in fear of a medic not showing up. They had no official medics, just a handful of individuals seemingly intrigued by medicinal practices. But she knew what she was doing, she could help- even if it was against her very nature to do so. "I need some type of bandage and," She paused, racking her brain for the name of that gold-shaded flower. It had been a rare commodity in her mountain home and one that only the most esteemed warriors were permitted to use- "Marigold." She didn't bother asking for anything to subdue the pain partially because they had never relied upon such things back home. Agathe figured that Titan would be able to deal with the pain regardless- he was strong. She just wished that ache to kill would dissipate already. She was going to need to be entirely focused on helping him, nothing else.