quiet room - joining

[Cosmic]

The small white feline lived here, yes, and was doing a patrol around the borders to look for intruders or joiners- whichever came first. It wasn’t long before he noticed an unfamiliar scent, and his instincts demanded that he follow the trail.

Valerian then happened upon the distressed and disheveled looking serval. He heard her voice, calling out as well, and gave a quiet, timid response back:

“Yes, ma’am. This is Elysium.”

The Decurion steps forward, but keeps his distance from her. She has crossed into their territory, but didn’t appear hostile. She just looked... scared. He could relate. He had been that way when he nearly died inside Elysium’s territory, fighting off an angry spirit named Mercer. He barely had any memory left of who he once was, but there were inklings of a name in the back of his head.

“You’ve crossed our border. What is your business here?” His tone remained polite and friendly, and he took a seat carefully in front of her. The bright, crimson red markings that spiraled up his paws to his shoulders began to glow slightly as he observed her.