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[Ajatar]

ajatar

devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.

Ajatar is still new to these lands.

She wandered into them, in tow behind Longclaw, with a promise to see the volcano. A big, grand, jutting structure with a fire reserved deep within it. From the outside it looked peaceful, innocent - another too tall rock looking over Beqanna. Ajatar is no different, though she is short, not tall. But as you look closer at the volcano, as you look closer at the black roan girl, you notice some strangeness. Off-ness. Scaled legs like a serpent that climb slowly and steadily before they peter out and terminate at her elbows and knee. Her eyes are bright, a dark brown, but something - well, you have to make those connections for yourself. Something seems strange.
Off.
Odd.

But if anything she's friendly. Her magical ability, her strange trait, keeps a lot of the fear of the unknown at bay. The childish wonder that one has as a child did not dissipate as she grew older and learned more and more of the world. The opposite happened - she became almost more innocent and naive. She found the sun shone brighter each day, and her new kingdom? What a wonderful playground.

She turns her attention, then, to the girl traveling through the smoke. She watches for a time, marveling on how she seems so lost yet so comfortable against the low haze. Ajatar weaves through it with considerably less precision, stopping a few feet away to issue her greeting. "Hello there!" she offers, quiet - an attempt not to scare the girl, but how can one know how they truly come off?