JAXIS
HANDS STEEPED IN BLOOD
She longed for the bruises to bloom under her skin, the itch of a fight curling in her gut. Jaxis was a fighter like her father, but seemed to crave it far more than he did. She wanted to see what she could do, she wanted to learn more. When she was younger, he had managed to get her in to the dirt more times than she could count, and every time, she would get back up and charge at him.
She had learned, though she had not learned everything he could teacher her. Jaxis wanted to learn more, to be able to split a nation with simply a few choice words from her tongue and a way to worm in to them.
As someone spoke, her ears flicked and her head lifted, looking very much like her father's daughter, her horns a dead giveaway as she blinked those violet eyes. "Hello," she spoke, and felt a flicker of subtle amusement as she wracked her brain, attempting to identify the man. Torstein had taught her a lot, and she finally came up with a name to match his description; Eik. Emissary.
It was time to play nice, instead of vindictive.
"Enjoying the coolness of the breeze. I assume I'm not the only one?" After all, he looked to be in a rather chipper mood.
She had learned, though she had not learned everything he could teacher her. Jaxis wanted to learn more, to be able to split a nation with simply a few choice words from her tongue and a way to worm in to them.
As someone spoke, her ears flicked and her head lifted, looking very much like her father's daughter, her horns a dead giveaway as she blinked those violet eyes. "Hello," she spoke, and felt a flicker of subtle amusement as she wracked her brain, attempting to identify the man. Torstein had taught her a lot, and she finally came up with a name to match his description; Eik. Emissary.
It was time to play nice, instead of vindictive.
"Enjoying the coolness of the breeze. I assume I'm not the only one?" After all, he looked to be in a rather chipper mood.
@Eik || omg i am so so sorry
