
When he arrived on scene the man was met with his daughter, sitting there, cowering, crying, folded in on herself. He stopped a few feet away to stare at her a moment before approaching slowly, carefully, and he stopped to sit in front of her.
Discordia, what's wrong?He questioned her as he brought his head to her level, Jaxxon felt his tones were as gentle as his eyes and his expression.
Emotions were not exactly his strong suit but when it came to his children he was more easy with them then the rest of the world. Maybe it just came with the territory of being a dad, he didn't see the point in cruelty to the children. Cruelty bred wolves like Polly, and where she was a good warrior, a strong one, one to be desired, she was cruel.

I'm the boogeyman. Ooga Booga.
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Saga and Joxer are allowed in any of Jaxxon's threads no matter the marking.
when he remains still for too long.
They glow a mixture of amber and blue.














