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[Jasmine Stormblood]

16 Spring A.V. 516

Jasmine walked into the Predator's Post while whistling. She was super excited to start the next chapter of her life. It would be different not being around the horses all day as she had become used to. Walking into the tent Jasmine sighed gently happy to be in the shade.

“Good morning, Mr. Tomma!” Jasmine called putting her pack down with a smile.

“Morning Jasmine. If you will start by letting the pups out to play better yes?” Tomma asked looking at the blond Drykas.

“Sure no problem,” Jasmine said with a smile and walked towards the back of the tent.

Jasmine smiles seeing the pups that are able to walk fairly well and kneels down to them. Slowly the woman puts them in a basket to carry them out back. The pair had made a small circle where the pups could play and get fresh air without much of an issue. At least the four pups would not run away from the tent as they had been. Dusting off her hands the woman smiled gently watching them before stepping back under the tent to get their treats. Tomma had asked her to start trying to work on commands with the puppies. It was time for a batch of trained pups to be ready to sell soon. Jasmine shifted through a large chest looking for treats.

Jasmine looked up after several bells had passed to see that Syna was in the middle of the sky. Smiling gently she walked back into the tent carrying a few puppies in at a time. The puppies yawned in the woman's arms as she slowly brought them all in to cool off and nap. Hearing something out front Jasmine walked to the front of the tent and had to hold back the gasp seeing a man appear looking around in a vest and a...... skirt?

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Quzon]

The image that stared back at her was draped in hardly any layer of clothing, each piece a slightly different hue of earthy dark brown. A vest and loincloth worn over pale blue skin was all that adorned his body. A hand ax hung from a belt on his hips which was one of three weapons on his body. The second was a hunting knife that rested in his right boot, while the third was the circular blade of his chakram that he worn like a neck-piece.

His brow furrowed tightly. His hands began to flex, like a recoiling animal’s, and the muscles across his shoulders tightened as if in preparation for combat. But, it wasn't because he feared for his survival that he recoiled. No. It was due to his imminent need to avoid the woman who now stared at him. Curiosity was something that he thought himself weened of a long time ago. But there he was. Inside of a tent simply because he heard the sounds of animals inside of it.

Quzon's emerald gaze run up then down her body. Unlike most men, his gaze wasn't out of romantic interest or lust. But rather, he began to assess how much of a threat she might be to him. He could see a tightness in her jaw, as if she wanted to say or yell something at him. She was smaller than him, but only by two or three inches. There heights were nearly equal, but he held the weight advantage. He did take note that she was tolerably attractive, but found her eyes to be her best physical feature. They were blue, a trait that was not common among Myrians. "I wonder if she can fight?" He thought to himself. "I believe I could take a punch from her and remain standing..."

He quickly realized that he was being an idiot, then came to the conclusion that she was harmless. The net words that flowed from his mouth were in his native language of Myrian. "Don't mind me, I'm just here to see the animals you have." The words were so natural to him that he had forgotten that he was no longer in Taloba.

A soft hiss escaped his lips, and his brow furrowed tightly as he tried to remember a language he had not used since he was a child. The language of Common; which ironically was not so 'common' where he was from.

"I, Quzon. Want, see animals."

[Jasmine Stormblood]

Jasmine took a deep breath and shook her head to collect herself.
'Come on girl he is no different from seeing Kaitanu naked that time' Jasmine said with hitting her forehead with an open palm. Taking another deep breath the woman looked at the man once more allowing her jaw to relax. She was met with the emerald eyes of the stranger looking her up and down. In her mind Jasmine saw him treating her like every other man did. Like a piece of meat to bed, it infuriated the blue eyed woman to no end.

"Eyes up here weirdo," Jasmine said glaring at the man before her.

She looked at the man strangely when he began to speak a language that she had never heard before. So he was from another part of Mizahar, the girl was amazed and intrigued now. What culture did he come from? What area did he come from? Hopefully soon Jasmine would have her answers. Shortly after the man released a hiss from behind his teeth and appeared to be contemplating something. After a few chimes the man looked to the woman before him once more.

"I, Quzon. Want see animals," he said while looking at the woman.

"Oh how rude of me," Jasmine said with a slightly nervous chuckle, "my name is Jasmine. Follow me."

She smiled softly and walked into the back waving for him to follow her. The pair were greeted with barks, meows, and the various noises of the birds who were in their cages.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Quzon]

Quzon wasn't sure what the word 'weirdo' meant, but due to the intonation of her voice. He assumed that she had mocked him in some way. Quzon let out a breathy chuckle as he watched the woman turn away from him. Like many of his peers in Taloba had learned, he took every mock as a challenge, one that he was absolutely going to answer. With newfound vigor, he couldn't help but examine her from behind as she led him to the animals. Out of pure instinct, his eyes scanned down her back to see if she had a weapon tucked into the waist of her pants.

It was by pure happenstance his narrowed eyes shifted down to her rear-end, then a sly smirk tugged at his lips. "You, arse like bony fish." Another chuckle slipped from his lips as he walked passed her to go look at the animals. You need eat more. 'Squats' help make strong." An adult Cyphrus Horned Owl caught his immediate attention upon seeing the creature. He'd never seen one before and wanted to know more about it. "What is, bird?"

[Jasmine Stormblood]

Jasmine growled hearing him say her arse was small. The blond clenched and unclenched her hands to keep from spinning around and slapping the man as hard as she could. After his smart comment about squats the woman could no longer hold it in. She spun on her heels and slapped the blue man as hard as she could possibly muster. She turned once more and walked forward again. Her butt moved back and forth as Haven and Lara raced over.

"Hey you two," Jasmine said and knelled down with a smile.

Both of her hunting companions rubbed up against her legs. The pair looked beautifully healthy while the woman appeared to be losing weight very quickly. The girl was still learning to hunt which unfortunately meant she hardly ever brought anything home. Jade looked over when he asked about the Cyphrus Owl.

"That is the Cyphrus Horned Owl. Many who hunt at night often buy this bird," Jade said looking at the man.

Haven walked over and sniffed the man's leg trying to figure out what he was exactly. Lara hissed at him and hid on the other side of Jasmine's legs watching him from a distance.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Quzon]

He accepted the slap with no intention of dodging it. He simply tightened his jaw and took the hit.

Quzon had won.

The slap proved his vain victory in their snide little game that they didn't even need to play. He didn't even fully understand her mocking words, but his broken common seemed to be enough to anger Jasmine. In a way, it also showed him that she was either broken or was easily angered. Quzon's common sense knew that his small remark was not reason enough to be slapped. The Isur cleared his throat quietly to himself after the slap, keeping a slight smirk on his lips as he listed to the girl speak. He repeated what the animal was called to memorize the name, and practice his common.

"Cyphrus Horned Owl." Quzon was about to take a step forward when he felt something wet graze against his leg. When he looked down he saw a small dog pressing its wet nose against him. A smile pulled at his lips as he watched it. "What is, dog?" Asking her what type of dog it was. He didn't wait for an answer as he continued to walk past the animal kennels, glancing over the many companions. Quzon took a vested interest in finding all of the wayward cats they had to offer. He took his time moving from one cat to the next until one feline caught his attention.

The focus of his attention was a Caracal Cat. The long hair on the tips of it ears were folded back in unknown agitation. He watched as it licked at the pad of its front right paw. He spoke to the cat in Myrian as he ran a finger against the cage to catch its attention. The cat seemed to ignore him and continue to lick its paw.

"You seem very distracted?"

He leaned in take a closer look at it's paw. And what he saw made him go wide eyed. There was the faint signs of blood on the fur of its paw. Quzon then turned to Jasmine with a raised brow. "Cat, is bleed."

[Jasmine Stormblood]

"That crazy kitten is always licking her paws. She most likely just licked them raw. We can step in and see just in case," Jasmine said and stepped over the gate.

She slowly sneaked up behind the cat and picked her up quickly. The caracal was not having it and started to violently thrash around. The woman wrapped her arms around the cat as soon she calmed down panting. Slowly Jasmine loosened her grip on the cat and blew the hair out of her eyes. Her arms were scratched up from the sharp talons. Once the woman's hair was out of the way Jasmine gently took the cat's leg holding it up to see the paw. Making a face she stepped back over the gate.

"Let's get your paw cleaned so we can see what is going on," Jasmine said gently scratching under the cat's chin.

Now relaxed the cat purred in the woman's arms. The cut on her paw had made the cat very irritable towards all the care takers not just the blond woman. She walked out with a small water skin and cleaned off the paw.

"When in the world did you get this cut on your paw baby girl?" Jasmine asked gently looking at the paw.

She gently held the paw in her hand. Jasmine may be volatile towards other in the community due to her recent circumstances, but the animals help her remain calm and collected.

"The dog is a Painted Desert Dog. This kitten here is a Caracal. Kitten here is used for hunting small game while the desert dog is used for herding and protection," Jasmine said looking back to the man and allowing him to assess the now clean paw in her hand.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.