[Anger diverted is a good thing, so Zhaneel will take this small success and run with it.
She studies Lusipher, head tilting slightly to one side as her ear tufts flick back and forward again.]
Of that, I do not doubt. [There is no mockery or sarcasm in her tone, not any hint of snideness. No, when she looks at Lusipher it is perfectly apparent that here is someone that can handle himself and that will do what needs to be done. Anyone that misses that upon sight isn't paying all that much attention.
She flicks an ear tuft back and then toward him again, settling back onto her haunches with a rustle of feathers.]
My story? There isn't much to tell of my story... My world, like many others, is wracked with war; my kind were created to help fight alongside one of the Mages, Urtho. [Zhaneel shrugs her wings slightly, looking away. She didn't like to get into the more minute details of her own personal life, as they were not a pleasant recollection. A life filled with physical and emotional abuse that she was only just beginning to work her way through.
She turns her gaze back to the locket.]
I was brought here, and another of my Wing some months before my arrival. [There is a trace of guilt in her tone as she continues.] And it has been... different here, but good. [At least for her.] Though it is not the goal or aim of all, I have been fortunate enough to avoid the power struggle while still defending those and that which I care for.
[That curious head tilt again, a measured gaze before inner lids flick across her eyes.]
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She studies Lusipher, head tilting slightly to one side as her ear tufts flick back and forward again.]
Of that, I do not doubt. [There is no mockery or sarcasm in her tone, not any hint of snideness. No, when she looks at Lusipher it is perfectly apparent that here is someone that can handle himself and that will do what needs to be done. Anyone that misses that upon sight isn't paying all that much attention.
She flicks an ear tuft back and then toward him again, settling back onto her haunches with a rustle of feathers.]
My story? There isn't much to tell of my story... My world, like many others, is wracked with war; my kind were created to help fight alongside one of the Mages, Urtho. [Zhaneel shrugs her wings slightly, looking away. She didn't like to get into the more minute details of her own personal life, as they were not a pleasant recollection. A life filled with physical and emotional abuse that she was only just beginning to work her way through.
She turns her gaze back to the locket.]
I was brought here, and another of my Wing some months before my arrival. [There is a trace of guilt in her tone as she continues.] And it has been... different here, but good. [At least for her.] Though it is not the goal or aim of all, I have been fortunate enough to avoid the power struggle while still defending those and that which I care for.
[That curious head tilt again, a measured gaze before inner lids flick across her eyes.]
And you? What is your story?