LIKE A HEATHEN CLUNG TO THE HOMILY | body paint & weekly task

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Warpaint was a tradition that was a little too ancient for him to bother with. Ren could sense the appeal of masking one's face with colours to make themselves more intimidating, technically he did a similar thing in his other body, but he'd never been energetic enough to bother creating a vicious design to strike fear in the hearts of wrongdoers. Approaching the snow leopard in an almost sheepish manner, his ears would flicker in thought. He wasn't a 'witchling', nor did he have a sister, Agathe was the closest thing to the sister and she was near enough a stranger! The feline blamed in on how bro-town the Ascendants was, for now he wouldn't comment on such a thing though - he was sure things would balance out eventually.

Silence still envelops the neutral looking male as grey eyes cast over his other clanmates, brows furrowing in thought as Moon seemed to say something to Ag. Draw... a duck? A signature little head tilt was given, frowning in self-made confusion. Was there something funny about a duck? Their waddling fat bodies and bright yellow beaks seemed comical in theory, sure, but in execution they were just tasty water birds. Ren wanted to ask, but the exchange looked to be a secretive one, and he wasn't going to go out of his way to ruin someone's fun. "I'll go next, just don't paint anything fowl," he thought he was making a joke, thankfully not following it up with a wink and a nudge. Maybe ignorance was bliss here.