11-17-2018, 12:22 PM
▹▹▹▹ Atticus had grown used to this routine, quietly patrolling the borders, finding some lone soul upon it that had some business with the Clan. Did it get dull? Well, not necessarily. Of course the repetitiveness of it was something that he was both familiar with and unused to. He had wandered for most of his life, and his original home, where his family had been, had been more structured than this place was. Perhaps, in some ways, the Ascendants was a happy medium between the two sides of his life, but nonetheless, he was always intrigued by the faces that crossed their paths every now and then. That didn't mean all of them stayed or even had good intentions, but they at least brought Kit some level of amusement when he encountered them.
Jerseyboy, thusly, was just another amusement.
The smell of cigarette smoke hit him like a wall as he made his way across the invisible lines that made up the Ascendants territory, his nostrils flaring slightly to clear the scent from his nose as best he could as he then made an effort to breathe shallowly. Ugh. Despite growing up around the smell, he hated the stench. It would be hypocritical to say he hadn't tried one or two of them in his youthful days, but the detriment on it to his physical health had been the sole reason he had shunned them into a pit and swore never to touch them again. But, he sucked it up and kept moving forward, the lithe jaguar's paws softly touching the ground as he glided across the familiar treks of territory to the small tom-cat waiting at the border. His golden eyes locked on to the figure, staring intently for some while as he finished crossing the last several feet of distance to be in front of him, exhaling softly in some level of thought for a moment before he sat himself back on his haunches.
The stranger at least didn't seem like he was going to pick a fight in this present moment, though Atticus had little doubts he had picked a few prior in his life. The smell of cigarettes that surrounded him did well to cover the rest of his pelt, though the lingering traces of Sunhaven were not ignored; but, at this point, they were faded enough that Atticus had little concern. "Welcome to the Ascendants," he rumbled softly. "Name and business?" There was no real use in dragging this out.
Jerseyboy, thusly, was just another amusement.
The smell of cigarette smoke hit him like a wall as he made his way across the invisible lines that made up the Ascendants territory, his nostrils flaring slightly to clear the scent from his nose as best he could as he then made an effort to breathe shallowly. Ugh. Despite growing up around the smell, he hated the stench. It would be hypocritical to say he hadn't tried one or two of them in his youthful days, but the detriment on it to his physical health had been the sole reason he had shunned them into a pit and swore never to touch them again. But, he sucked it up and kept moving forward, the lithe jaguar's paws softly touching the ground as he glided across the familiar treks of territory to the small tom-cat waiting at the border. His golden eyes locked on to the figure, staring intently for some while as he finished crossing the last several feet of distance to be in front of him, exhaling softly in some level of thought for a moment before he sat himself back on his haunches.
The stranger at least didn't seem like he was going to pick a fight in this present moment, though Atticus had little doubts he had picked a few prior in his life. The smell of cigarettes that surrounded him did well to cover the rest of his pelt, though the lingering traces of Sunhaven were not ignored; but, at this point, they were faded enough that Atticus had little concern. "Welcome to the Ascendants," he rumbled softly. "Name and business?" There was no real use in dragging this out.