BRIGITTE.

[abbr="Damn... Where the hell am I?"]"Fan ... Var i helvete är jag?"[/abbr]
Brigitte Lindholm, a stout, enthusiastic young lioness and former apprentice of the Crusaders, was lost in the wilderness. It'd been a week since her caretakers shipped her off to live in a habitat similar to her natural one. And now, she just found herself walking in a straight line for days.
This wasn't the ideal situation for her.
Her iron tail sank into the earth behind her, dragging along and pulling up every blade of grass and weed that met it. Every once in a while, she'd pull it off of the ground and inspect it for scratches and dirt in the grooves, but she let it drag otherwise. It's not a fashion statement, it's a weapon. She was more worried about clogging the chain-like connections of the tail rather than how it looked cosmetically.
Every time she looked at her tail, though, the only thing on her mind was her father, and the rest of Dungen. She remembers her father's voice, as well as Reinhardt's and the others, like it was yesterday.
"Brigitte, my baby, the caretakers have made their choice. I'm sorry it had to be this way. You'll do amazing things, wherever you go."
The thought of her father's voice made her well up. She could remember the disdain in his voice, as if he knew he couldn't do anything about what the caretakers' choices are. She already missed him. She missed all the crazy things -- inventions, even -- that he would imagine. He was truly an engineer in a lion's body.
Another voice. A deeper, raspier voice.
"My greatest apprentice. I'm very proud of you. Your father, he is too. I'm glad he gave me permission to drag you around on my adventures." A hearty chuckle is heard. "Listen... When you're out there, you'll make a new family, and a new home. Be their shield. Protect them with your life."
Brigitte nodded her head quickly in real life as if Reinhardt were talking to her directly, rather than through a flashback.
She huffed, her nostrils flaring and a smile plastering on her face. Thoughts of determination zoomed through her head. It was time to prove herself as a Crusader. It's what Dungen would have wanted. It's what Reinhardt would have wanted.

It's what her father would have wanted.

"I will be their shield."

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It'd been hours since her last break. She became parched, and the heat from the blazing sun above didn't ease the situation. Her tail began to tire her as well, her hind legs becoming sore from traveling around the plains in search of a territory to reside in.
She began to be drawn to a strange scent. It wasn't like anything she's ever smelled before.
She followed the whereabouts of the scent towards what looked like a small waterfall area. Brigitte's mouth began to water as she padded towards the trickling falls, hoping to quench her extreme thirst.

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the ascendants — astral seraph — tags

BRIGITTE.

The sudden voices behind Brigitte shocked her, almost comically, as she hopped into the air in response. There were three of them, and she’d been outnumbered. She didn’t realize she had trespassed into unknown territory.
She swung her body around to meet the strangers behind her, the flail on her backside swinging with reckless abandon, striking a nearby stone on the wall. The tail vibrated vigorously, sending a jolt through Brigitte’s body.
She gathered her composure while she still had the time. She didn’t need to seem hostile, or crazy, after all. She dipped her head in a respectful fashion towards her strangers, pulling back her long mane with her forepaw and adjusting the clip so that it doesn’t get caught in the wind. She wiped the dripping water off of her chin. She must have looked like a slob drinking the water from the falls the way she did, but what could she say? It felt like days since she’d had any kind of hydration.
”H-Hej!” Her native tongue blurted out in a panic. It seems that they weren’t familiar with the language she spoke, though, so she reverted to the language the Crusaders taught her.
”I’d not meant to trespass inta’ your territory! I guess that stuff I smelled was scent markers, huh? Sorry that this was the way things had to start out. My name is Brigitte Lindholm.” She smiled wide, true to her enthusiastic persona. She spied one of the strangers taking a look at her tail, which had probably seemed a bit dangerous, especially to new faces. She hid it behind her body as to not seem like she was poised to attack any of them.  ”Don’t worry, I’m not here ta’ start a fight. Actually, I’m lookin’ for a place ta’ call home.”
This place... what did one of them call it? The Ascendants territory? For some reason, it felt familiar. Perhaps that’s why her caretakers brought her here. By the looks of it, they were pretty tight knit, ready to protect one another if hostility struck the group.
It was perfect.