11-23-2018, 12:52 PM
▹▹▹▹ It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that these people weren't okay,at least in the standard definition of the word. It was completely possible that whatever they had been facing before this was far worse than it is now, making their exhaustion and the pain they carried in their eyes minuscule in comparison, but who, truly, was to say? From a glance, their expressions and their tired bodies said enough for Kit to quietly step forward once he caught traces of their voices, the large jaguar quietly pausing before them as his steely golden gaze drifted over them. There was fear held with some of them, and yet a striking sense of familiarity in Rin, as well, who seemed less cautious, less worn to approach this place- or perhaps return to this place? Atticus would have no memory of her, yet the Cosmic General only took to quietly sinking back on his haunches, his deep voice softening considerably as his spoke, a sharp contrast to the stoicness of his expressions. "Welcome to the Ascendants," he offered, first and foremost as his gaze still drifted. What a strange group of people that had gathered. One that seemed apprehensive, another that was calculating all the little details around her, and the third who simply seemed... Tired.
"My name is Atticus; I am the Cosmic General of the Ascendants. I assume your business is to seek shelter, but I would also ask for your names," he continued idly, not wanting to keep them waiting on the border too long if that were the case. For one, they accepted most anyone who showed up at theborder,especiallyinsuch conditions, but one could never be certain of someone's intentsions. It was strictly business, yet Kit could hardly bring himself to fathom that these people, with how exhausted they looked, would bring them any harm. "And where you've come from," he would add after a moment of thought.
"My name is Atticus; I am the Cosmic General of the Ascendants. I assume your business is to seek shelter, but I would also ask for your names," he continued idly, not wanting to keep them waiting on the border too long if that were the case. For one, they accepted most anyone who showed up at theborder,especiallyinsuch conditions, but one could never be certain of someone's intentsions. It was strictly business, yet Kit could hardly bring himself to fathom that these people, with how exhausted they looked, would bring them any harm. "And where you've come from," he would add after a moment of thought.