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Silently, she descended upon them, behaving as if she was nothing more than a girl interested in the conflict. This little spectacle had managed to amuse her and, though she kept her expression the picture of detached apathy, the glimmer that danced wildly in both of her eyes was indication enough of her own desire to get involved and shove both of these idiots into the dirt. But she also didn’t wish to dirty her cloak, the snow leopard adolescent practically drowning in the crimson material as she took another step towards the males. She could bring them both down, she realized delightfully, flexing her claws. But she wouldn’t.
She was neither bully or hero, a mere extension of her own wants and desire, and these trivial divisions between the two males before her made her want to snort. That understanding and her refusal to alter her cloak in any way kept Agathe still, head shaking. ”You,” She began pointedly, squeak of a voice directed in Jersey’s direction, ”Are just going to humiliate yourself. And you,” Agathe’s golden stare - two, glowing embers that betrayed her amusement - fell upon Atticus, ”Probably aren’t as skilled as you act.” Little shoulders merely rose and fell nonchalantly as she sat back upon her haunches, investigating a claw idly. She quite liked telling these boys what they were and weren’t- it was the only way that she could get involved in this little mess. ”I’d feel sorry for myself if I was either of your mentors.”
Neither bully or hero, but Agathe was still wickedly mean. Being an entitled eight month old child did that to you, it seemed.
Silently, she descended upon them, behaving as if she was nothing more than a girl interested in the conflict. This little spectacle had managed to amuse her and, though she kept her expression the picture of detached apathy, the glimmer that danced wildly in both of her eyes was indication enough of her own desire to get involved and shove both of these idiots into the dirt. But she also didn’t wish to dirty her cloak, the snow leopard adolescent practically drowning in the crimson material as she took another step towards the males. She could bring them both down, she realized delightfully, flexing her claws. But she wouldn’t.
She was neither bully or hero, a mere extension of her own wants and desire, and these trivial divisions between the two males before her made her want to snort. That understanding and her refusal to alter her cloak in any way kept Agathe still, head shaking. ”You,” She began pointedly, squeak of a voice directed in Jersey’s direction, ”Are just going to humiliate yourself. And you,” Agathe’s golden stare - two, glowing embers that betrayed her amusement - fell upon Atticus, ”Probably aren’t as skilled as you act.” Little shoulders merely rose and fell nonchalantly as she sat back upon her haunches, investigating a claw idly. She quite liked telling these boys what they were and weren’t- it was the only way that she could get involved in this little mess. ”I’d feel sorry for myself if I was either of your mentors.”
Neither bully or hero, but Agathe was still wickedly mean. Being an entitled eight month old child did that to you, it seemed.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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