08-22-2018, 06:07 PM
In her days at sea with her family, she hadn't had much contact with humans, at least not until they killed everyone but her and her sister. They were the only ones left after the attack, simply because she had been able to fend them off. After that began her interest in battle and training. She would never be weak again, and she wanted to be able to protect those she valued--even if the one person she cherished most wasn't around anymore. She liked to think that if she were, she would want her to continue and get stronger, do what she enjoyed doing. With that thought in mind, she tried to live her life as close to how it was before everything happened as she could.
Naturally, some things were harder than others. Even if she thought she was doing good, she only thought that way because she didn't want to acknowledge the bitterness she actually felt. Her eyes were a bit darker, her face a bit more stone-cold than before. The former trickster was nothing but a shell of herself. Though she wished she couldn't, she could relate to being the only survivor.
Padding over to the child and the cheetah, Aineias eyed them both before her eyes landed on the bag of Jolly Ranchers, her expression softening as a curious look took over. She cocked her head to the side. "Is that a human thingy?" she couldn't recall ever seeing something like that before, so it must have been something the humans made. With that realization, she frowned, no longer interested in trying it. She didn't want to even touch something that belonged to those beasts.
"SPEECH"
Naturally, some things were harder than others. Even if she thought she was doing good, she only thought that way because she didn't want to acknowledge the bitterness she actually felt. Her eyes were a bit darker, her face a bit more stone-cold than before. The former trickster was nothing but a shell of herself. Though she wished she couldn't, she could relate to being the only survivor.
Padding over to the child and the cheetah, Aineias eyed them both before her eyes landed on the bag of Jolly Ranchers, her expression softening as a curious look took over. She cocked her head to the side. "Is that a human thingy?" she couldn't recall ever seeing something like that before, so it must have been something the humans made. With that realization, she frowned, no longer interested in trying it. She didn't want to even touch something that belonged to those beasts.
"SPEECH"