FALSEHOODS IN THE CHAT ☆ joining

[CORDELIA L.]

Being called kid hardly appealed to Cordelia's already fairly large ego, and she would have snapped at Dante for saying such a thing. However, him seeming to like her attitude was enough to settle her, at least for the moment. With her own wings twitching a bit, the ocelot spoke plainly, "Pleasure to meet you, Northwest... you're a pretty one, aren't you?" She had to admit that she was intrigued by the hybrid's appearance, with the sharp contrast between his bright pelt and soft wings. He had scars, sure, but that meant very little to her – she had plenty of her own, even if they didn't always carry over from body to body.

The next one to approach wasn't quite as interesting at first glance, but no less pretty – that seemed to come naturally with being a clouded leopard. If she had known that Westley understood some of her plight... perhaps she would've felt comforted by that fact, beneath her hard, spike-covered exterior. For now, though, she had no idea, merely nodding in his direction before he responded, "And nice to meet you too, Westley..." There was a moment of hesitation before her blue-green gaze drifted upwards, towards the main camp. She then questioned, tail flicking behind her, "Would one of you be able to point me in the direction of somewhere to stay? I want to make sure I'm settled in a home before I go and... explore" More like go looking for trouble more like it, but semantics.

they're fucking nameless and faceless