Rolling 1d5: 3
Lithe paws would lazily draw along the corridors of the North king’s arena. She had been pleasantly surprised with the announcement of who her opponent was. She had kept to herself during their travels, silently watching the others as they ventured further from the familiarity of their territory. She was sure that Joxer had assigned someone to keep his bride-to-be from running off while he tended to the responsibilities of The Saints.
The crowd that was brought… was… strange. Two young men had been exceptionally close, realizing they were brothers. They continued to whisper and feed each other plants. Chiharu was no expert but she knew that they weren’t safe to ingest… smelled of poison.
Drawing from the thickets, she would present herself to Jaxxon. The brother to her betrothed. A man who seemed to have more of a heart than his brother… She could see the jealousy that lingered in his gaze with every passing moment. This was simply a political gain - Jaxxon did not have to worry about feelings brewing between the two. She had helped their children, giving them life to grow.
He should be thankful.
Instead, he harbored a deepened dislike for her. The sly smirk that settled upon his maw, the twitching of excitement to grasp against her flesh. Chiharu remained emotionless, her gaze casting off toward the howl to signal their round had begun.
He had lunged but Chiharu had predicted his eagerness and that caused his downfall. Her form would duck, pushing beneath his belly and slithering on the other side. Jerking her form around her maw opening and searching for the man’s scruff.
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The crowd that was brought… was… strange. Two young men had been exceptionally close, realizing they were brothers. They continued to whisper and feed each other plants. Chiharu was no expert but she knew that they weren’t safe to ingest… smelled of poison.
Drawing from the thickets, she would present herself to Jaxxon. The brother to her betrothed. A man who seemed to have more of a heart than his brother… She could see the jealousy that lingered in his gaze with every passing moment. This was simply a political gain - Jaxxon did not have to worry about feelings brewing between the two. She had helped their children, giving them life to grow.
He should be thankful.
Instead, he harbored a deepened dislike for her. The sly smirk that settled upon his maw, the twitching of excitement to grasp against her flesh. Chiharu remained emotionless, her gaze casting off toward the howl to signal their round had begun.
He had lunged but Chiharu had predicted his eagerness and that caused his downfall. Her form would duck, pushing beneath his belly and slithering on the other side. Jerking her form around her maw opening and searching for the man’s scruff.