Jan'aab

10. Name three little things that your character doesn’t like in other people.

1. Jan’aab doesn’t like someone who shies away from telling people how they feel.

You got deep-seated issues with your mother but hide it all away in an attempt to be civil at brunch? Ew. No. Confront that shit. Have a crush on someone, but are too scared to make the first move? Well, maybe it’s a good thing you aren’t, then.

He has very little tolerance for someone who beats around the bush. At least try, if you make a mistake- at least it’s honest.

2. Jan’aab dislikes if someone is unwilling to get dirty for their job. Though- dirty means different things for different jobs. If you tend to off-load a great deal of work to your subordinates because “You’re in charge”, then... Yeah. He’s likely leading the coup to over-throw you.

Something was following the Emperor’s brother. A presence that didn’t want to talk at all- but it was very there. Nearly tangible, even, but it was hard to pin down what it was there for and how it was attached to Jan’aab.

At least... During the day.

But at night... When the Osh’tekk are forced to sleep because the sun no longer shines, it becomes very tangible.

I saw the city wall. I was just a few stones away by this point, but I knew she was not far behind me. I could hear the just barely crunching leaves and slight metallic warping of her scythe-like feet.

Forget the need for bait. If we tied, or even came close enough to finishing together I’d be a laughing stock. The queen, Yohl, and the rest my idiot half-siblings would never let me live it down... Being on equal footing with an Earth-Realmer.

I started to scramble like a man with something to loose- but I couldn’t. I could not let those just yards away from me know I was surprised by the challenge she put forward. I had to win this casually, as if I hadn’t really been challenged.

That was a mistake. She had no qualms looking like a woman who was desperate to achieve her goals. She could loose all of the face she held if it only meant fulfilling whatever Yohl wanted.

I heard the sound of bending, clashing metal from behind me and foolishly turned my head to witness what I had thought was her falling down. Then right in front of my eyes I watched her fly through the air like a jaguar mid-hunt; springing forward and pouncing down on her prey- the area just past the walls.

The moment she crashed I could see her chest heaving. It winded her. It took every bit of strength and vigor she held in her small, spiteful body to cross that boundary before I did... But through it all I saw a smile, and I heard sporty cheers from beyond the wall. I looked between Ch’abtan, smiling smugly on her choice to support this simple Earthrealmer, and Yohl proudly puffing out of his chest, confident by the fact one of his charges out-ran me. Despite it all though, she was the one who stood up shakily and walked to him with a face of admiration and bliss. She had done it- and she was so happy simply because she had done it for him.