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Sericea, Xairo, Ludovic, Zagan, Abyssinica.
Yesterday, 11:55 AM
Xairo listened intently as Absinth circled them, her words sharp as a blade's edge. The boy’s muscles tensed, coiled like springs ready to act on the lessons being imparted. His mother's warnings about hidden dangers and exploitable weaknesses sunk deep into his mind.
Xairo's tail twitched, betraying a flash of unease. The thought of an enemy fooling him, leading him astray with falsities, only to ensnare him in a trap, made his hackles prick with wariness. He would need to be on constant guard, scrutinizing every interaction for potential threats lurking beneath a veneer of amity.
And what of his own flaws, the gaps in his defenses an opponent could target? Xairo's brow furrowed as he took unflinching stock of himself. His boldness, his compulsion to prove himself, to never show weakness - could those very traits be turned against him? An enemy might goad him, manipulate his pride and competitive nature to lure him into a dangerous misstep. The thought made Xairo's lips curl back, exposing the points of his fangs.
"Xairo Saxe"
Xairo's tail twitched, betraying a flash of unease. The thought of an enemy fooling him, leading him astray with falsities, only to ensnare him in a trap, made his hackles prick with wariness. He would need to be on constant guard, scrutinizing every interaction for potential threats lurking beneath a veneer of amity.
And what of his own flaws, the gaps in his defenses an opponent could target? Xairo's brow furrowed as he took unflinching stock of himself. His boldness, his compulsion to prove himself, to never show weakness - could those very traits be turned against him? An enemy might goad him, manipulate his pride and competitive nature to lure him into a dangerous misstep. The thought made Xairo's lips curl back, exposing the points of his fangs.