Michelle
*Juna's ears would flick back in surprise as he mentioned all the things he had mounted before. She wasn't even sure if half the things he listed were meant to be mounts, but still, it seemed he was willing to take risks with them. Maybe the least she could do was give the Airstrider a chance even if her only encounter with one was watching a man fight his own bird to try to get it to go where he wanted. It wasn't the best display of bondage, but not all bonds were the strongest. 


Of course, there would be a lot for her to learn as he explained his thoughts of bareback versus with a saddle. She didn't even know where to begin with what she thought was better. At least it would be some time before she'd have to consider it and maybe she wouldn't even have to ride the Airstrider, maybe she could just learn to bond with it and not have to worry about training to ride atop the back of a very, very large bird. The thought seemed to allow her to relax more, her shoulders lowering from earlier tension while she grabbed another piece of cooked meat to eat at.

She listened to him explain how Canifors tended to have a unique bond with other animals. Maybe it had to do something with their link to nature or the wilderness. Juna didn't know herself, finding her time in the woods to last much longer now that she long since left home. It was nice to her and she had become accustomed to it alongside her Jackal. Maybe if she could raise him, the bird wouldn't be so bad. She pictured the bird for a moment growing up to act similar to Jace which only caused her to shudder at the thought. Maybe that wasn't such a good thought after all. She let out a deep sigh before laying back on the grass and looking up towards the darkened sky.*

"Your father must have known a lot about Canifors..."*She said in a quiet tone as she rested her hands on her stomach to relax more comfortably.*
Chad
"Well, that's because he is one, a canifor banished from his own tribe due to his tendencies, even his workplace which dealt with death and blood and all kinds of underhanded tactics couldn't handle my fathers mind and ways in his prime" *He said chuckling to himself as he remembers the quite literally spine chilling stares he would get from him whenever he did something slightly disrespectful. He has been stripped of his honor and pride, so his father held on to the concept of honesty and respect quite religiously* 

"Oh and to clear things up before you ask if i'm a half breed, no, i don't think so..." *He pulls back his sleeves revealing the rocky elbows he has, a characteristic of almost all earth macen, as well as the hardened knuckles of his* "At least i don't look mixed, what i am however is an orphan with a really confusing family" He said with a laugh before taking another bite from his strip*

"I'm an adopted son of a Mogash warrior and a Canifor assassin, both incredible monsters in their prime but now have grown to be more tame and has this air of wisdom around them, something you won't see much on Mogash men, specially with my father's build... And yes they're both men. Found me during a mission one day and decided to mold me into Draupnir Mol'ag, the man i an today" *He says before lying down on the grass , gazing at the stars, silently questioning if his friends are there, looking back, guiding him*
Michelle
*Juna fell silent at his explanation as he spoke about being adopted by the Canifor and Mogash. A feeling of surprise surged through her, not because of the strange family, but by the fact that he had been raised by a Canifor and Mogash while she had been raised by a Macen couple. Seems like she wasn't the only one with an interesting family dynamic, however, while Draupnir's story spoke of the warrior and assassin he had been raised by, hers only carried a family of hunters that lived quite the distance from the Capitol.*

"Do you ever wonder who your real parents are?"*She asked, staring up at the sky. The question had reoccurred from time to time, but now that she was on her own it hadn't really came to mind as much. However, now, the single question led to others. Did Draupnir know of his parents, did she know of her parents, does Jace know of his parents, will the Airstrider wonder of their parents? 

Maybe she was thinking too deeply about it, but times like these she does wonder if she'd turn out differently had she been raised by Canifors. That's what her true parents were surely. At least that's what she figured or maybe she was some kind of mix between two species. She did lack the extra fur that most Canifors have, only having the ears and tails of one. Or maybe she wasn't a Canifor at all. She let out a quiet laugh at the ridiculous thoughts, almost inaudible to hear.*
Chad
"The thought never really came to mind, specially with my childhood. People say i don't have a childhood because it was robbed from me by my fathers since they were strict and all, but i don't share the same thoughts with them, i believe that me being raised by the fathers that took me in is the best possible scenario, i mean purely because of them i am who i am, it is their experiences, their words, their actions that molded me into who i am, without my fathers i am nothing, i'd rather not spend time and energy on people who i don't know, people who abandoned me"

*He stood up and went inside his little shelter for a bit to take out his books from his bag, he currently has 5 books, thick books with leather covers, each having a unique item attached to the front cover. On the first book a big paw print; book of monsters, the second book, an egg ; book of young monsters, on the third book, a leaf ; book of flora and herbs, on the fourth book, an insignia of his old mercenary group; book of tactics and weapon styles, and i the last book, a knife and a fork; book of recipes.*

" One of the things my fathers have indoctrinated within me aside from the stuff they drilled into me, was the will to learn more, to achieve more, but my memory isn't always the best and i admit i drink every now and then which doesn't really help with memories, so i wrote everything i can't memorize into these books, these books that stand as my guide, my proof of being a hunter, my legacy that will be passed onto my apprentices or children if i'm lucky" *He said with a wide grin before sitting down beside her again*
Michelle
"Abandoned..."*Juna repeated in a whisper. She took a deep quiet breath as she closed her eyes and considered the thought. Of course they were abandoned, the idea wasn't really new, but saying it aloud did manage to touch a nerve. Her ears would turn to the side as Draupnir stood up to grab his books and only when he began to explain them did she finally open her eyes again and look over to them.

It seemed he had quite the collection going with the five he had. Juna herself never really read much, only the occasional book once every blue moon. With her times of hunting, playing with Jace, and occasionally going off in some quest to help somebody, her days had mostly became routine to which reading wasn't part of it. Still though, she could enjoy a good book especially with their unique covers to entice her into reading its contents. Currently her gaze was on the book with the egg on it, her interest leading her there. Why that book in particular? Well she could probably make a guess.

She listened to him speak on about his legacy and passing it on to future followers to which she gazed at him with a tilt of her head.*"Your legacy?"*She has never really thought much of her own, not that she had really accomplished much as it was. Juna usually just went about her day as any other, never really seeing a reason to record and save the few events she partook in. It was nice to listen to someone so excited at the idea of it even if she couldn't share the feeling.*
Chad
"Mmhm, my legacy, i hate the fact that one day, my body that me, my fathers and everyone else who helped me develop and temper my body into what it is now will someday breakdown and crumble just because of time, and there's nothing we can do about it for life and time are the two most powerful forces in the world, forces almost none of us can go against... So instead of lamenting over the fact that one day, my body will succumb to time and get swallowed by the earth over time, i'd rather not get forgotten"

*He tied up his hair again to clear up his face as he talked, some people find it annoying how he constantly ties and unties his hair, but he actually does it unconsciously. He opened up the books, showing his signature on each of the leather covers, showing all of the things he had seen, hunted, captured, tasted, fought. Within the books were notes, details, sketches, some were missing a few details since he only heard rumors about them, some were just purely details since he hasn't seen the monster or object the page was talking about, and all the while explaining while showing the pages, a big smile was plastered on his face*

"This is my legacy, i plan to raise a group of mercenaries one day, not those who hunt for blood of the innocent, more like those who hunt for the name of hunting, helping for the sake of helping, unfiltered by corruption by money and fear... One day i'll do that... When i get over them, then i will, in honor of their names, my first companions..." *As he said this, he opens up the very last pages of the five books, showing different insignias, different from the one he has in the cover of the book of tactics and weapon styles, and along with the insignias were rough sketches of five young people, his first companions who got slaughtered years ago, something that continued to torment him till this day*
Michelle
"I've... Never thought about that..."*She said as he spoke of the passage of time. Juna never really liked to think of the idea that one day she'd leave this Earth, Jace as well. The Canifor tried her best to live in the moment, but she couldn't deny the passing of time. One day it was bound to happen, but she tried her best to ignore the thought. 

She decided to sit up while Draupnir was opening the different books before eventually showing her all of the things inside them. Juna stared at the pages in curiosity, the feeling growing with each sheet of paper he turned to show yet another thing he had discovered that she had yet to. Soon enough he had turned the pages to the companions he had. Five of them.

She slowly lifted a hand up to place a finger along the sketches, running it down the lines that made up the image of the companions he used to have.*"...What... Happened to them...?"*She dared to ask as she studied each of them. They seemed young enough, but what could have possibly happened to have caused all five of them to perish?*
Chad
"Informant for the mission was wrong... They said it was a small bandit camp, it wasn't... It was a full fledged encampment filled to the damn brim with savage bandits" *He said as he looked up to the sky, closing his eyes and letting his memories rush back in so he can explain as much and as clear as he can*

"I'm not sure as to why or how we got caught, it seems to be of human nature to suppress traumatic memories, but it's very much still there, the important parts that is. But we got caught... I was supposed to help them, to guide them since i was the best hunter in our village back then, i was supposed to take all the tortures since they were just a mix of macen and rogue elves for some reason, none of their torture methods could ever beat the bullshit a sadistic Canifor and a battle crazed Mogash inflicted unto me in training for situations like that one... I was supposed to tank all the tortures so we could wait it out" *As his memories flush back in, so did the sensations, the anger, the resentment, the feeling of dread, and with that, his senses unconsciously spiked up, making his veins glow red, activating his predatorial instincts, focusing around his ears as he scouts the place for danger unconsciously*

"What i didn't calculate and put into consideration was their entertainment. I should've screamed, i should've shown pain, instead i held a poker face like my fathers taught me so they got bored and went on to my companions... Torturing, mutilating, violating them one by one, and when they saw that the unflinching me was burning with anger as my companions got tortured, they made me watch as one by one they passed away... I'd rather not speak about what i did to those bandits and what remained of every single one of them, but no matter what i do, the burden of their lives lost lies on my shoulder, and with it their dreams. Their dreams are mine to accomplish now"