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Ninazu’s lips curled into a lopsided smirk, flashing her teeth. If her son thought her fit as a guru, she would’ve begrudgingly accepted her long-hated role, but the promotion to warlord suited her perfectly. She’d much rather train apprentices to fight or craft weapons than to clean up snot and vomit from sick faces.
But it was her assignment as ambassador to the Typhoon which glinted her green eyes. No matter how much Romulus talked of peace and friendship with the other groups, he surely couldn’t have forgotten who killed his father and staked Stryker’s head on their land. Ninazu hadn’t. She took her assignment as proof he didn’t mind a bit of intimidation to give her husband a proper burial.
“I accept my new responsibilities.” A sickle claw tapped the ground, betraying the thoughts and feelings surging through her nerves. [color=#b1fe4e]“And I also volunteer to help fix the statues.”
But it was her assignment as ambassador to the Typhoon which glinted her green eyes. No matter how much Romulus talked of peace and friendship with the other groups, he surely couldn’t have forgotten who killed his father and staked Stryker’s head on their land. Ninazu hadn’t. She took her assignment as proof he didn’t mind a bit of intimidation to give her husband a proper burial.
“I accept my new responsibilities.” A sickle claw tapped the ground, betraying the thoughts and feelings surging through her nerves. [color=#b1fe4e]“And I also volunteer to help fix the statues.”