FLAWS & agathe

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Agathe was sad- sad that she had forsaken her home and her people, sad that she now commanded a clan that she still felt like a stranger within, sad that her place in the world seemed insignificant and wholly forgettable, sad that Sofiya was at her side no longer. So much melancholy lurked just beneath her carefully composed expression, barely kept contained as she continued to relentlessly push herself each and every day. She should not be feeling such distress at her own hands nor should she be allowed to dwell on it any longer than she already had and yet, Agathe seemed to lack the very ability to focus on anything but her own failures.

Child of peace turned child of war, who is it that you are fighting for? Sybil's voice was on constant replay within her mind, nagging at her very conscience as she tried so desperately to answer the question and decipher the rest of the prophecy. She wanted to insist that she was fighting for the Ascendants, that everything she did was in their best interest, but at this point, she couldn't quite say if that was true or not. She felt completely and utterly torn between the home that had honed her into a weapon and the home that she had been granted freedom within. It shouldn't be a hard choice, she knew that, but still... still, her heart had belonged to Sofiya at one point and she had buried her in the mountains of the Ironbeaks. It was only right for a part of her to always be there, to always miss what she once had- the power she had once commanded.

"Find me."

Admittedly, Agathe was relieved to hear Sybil's voice telling her something other than that wicked prophecy. She wasn't keen on meeting with the one who spelled out what could only be her certain doom, but some strange force - the same force she had felt when the Oracle had first joined - seemed to be tugging at her very soul. She had no choice but the oblige the the panther and find her, wherever she might be.

"You called?"

The golden-eyed Seraph had quickly located Sybil within the City of Stars, fate itself guiding her footsteps to her. She'd behold the other silently for a few moments, lips twisting into that signature frown of hers before she cautiously elected to take a seat. "Do the Gods have another ominous prophecy for me to try to decipher?" She inquired, the notes of humor she attempted to inject her tone with failing. Miserably. She'd blink a few times, hoping that Sybil hadn't noticed. "Or is there something..." She paused, looking over the other girl with a halfway scrutinizing gaze, "Else?" She wouldn't be surprised- not even if Sybil informed her that she had only days to live if she didn't change her ways. Somehow, she expected nothing less from the Gods and the mouthpiece they seemed to command.