<span style="color: #404040">"it wasn't a test so much as reaffirming that you can kick her ass if she tries anything stupid."</span>she shrugged a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040"> "she will come back for them eventually. it was happy, then she opened her stupid mouth and defended a monster... case in point, she decided my children needed special powers that come with disabilities. i am planning to talk to Order about a great many things, i just didn't want you to pick another fight."</span><br/><br/>Jass smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #b3b300">"yes, they were very beautiful and i think you would have liked my wife... she was fierce."</span>he looked at the bow and sighed softly before he took it down and gently stroked one of the feathers, the strings somehow sounding sad as they clattered against each other and the weapon.<span style="color: #b3b300">"this was an antique when she inherited it, a family heirloom of nearly fifteen hundred years. each one added a feather... i meant to pass it on to my nephew when he passed his trials and became a fully fledged hunter but her entire bloodline is gone now. perhaps one day i will take you to a Hunter's field day, they would let you do some target shooting with more modern bows. this isn't something you can make, the parts are all finely crafted and machined to precision. i might be able to get new cables special ordered if i had anyone to pass it down to but they don't make parts for this antique anymore."</span>he put it back and then looked at her.<span style="color: #b3b300">"i haven't... i... no, it's time i stopped ignoring her trophy room, it's not a symbol of how she died, it's a shrine to how she lived."</span>he smiled to Rayne and took her hand.<span style="color: #b3b300">"you are full of unreasonable requests and demands but somehow you make it endearing when it should make me molt."</span>he chuckled and looked at Rayne.<span style="color: #b3b300">"word of warning, a molting Seraphim is an incredibly grumpy Seraphim, it itches like you wouldn't believe but scratching is the worst possible thing to do."</span>he lead her into a large room. while she might have been expecting stuffed animals instead it was mostly a collection of claws and fangs any one of which would make a Nightsaber's fangs look tiny by comparison. in the center of the room stood a fang nearly as tall as Rayne was herself and across one wall was an entire wing not unlike a Dragon's but it was brown and leathery instead of scaled. the furnishings were mostly leathers and there were pictures of his wife with her kills, including the great beast who's fang stood center. it resembled a raptor but would dwarf even a Dragon Aspect and for the first time Rayne might realize they weren't kidding about dangerous predators that would not be deterred no matter what weapons she might craft. another wall was adorned with strange, hollow objects which vaguely resembled fangs but they were too straight and black instead of white. the final object of note was an animal head that resembled a bear but it was five times larger then anything the Elf had ever seen and it had two rows of teeth in it's frozen perpetual snarl and reddish brown fur.<span style="color: #b3b300">"we ate everything she killed... well, us and a good chunk of the population, most went to the food stores of course, especially Jakla here."</span>he patted the giant fang.<span style="color: #b3b300">"her family and this old bastard had a running feud for eight hundred years... he ate one of her ancestors but I'm afraid i can't remember his name. after that whenever he was spotted the whole family would get after him, even those who knew they were too old to be hunting. she used to love to get drunk and tell the tale of chasing him through the Gintala's, firing arrow after arrow into his armored back until one finally slipped between the armor plates and severed his spine... she would imitate his roar to scare the children at family gatherings and then make a show of the way he crashed to the ground as you see in the picture. they celebrated for what felt like a month and we ate so much of him i haven't been able to stomach Harasha meat ever since."</span>he smiled a little but it fell.<span style="color: #b3b300">"i used to dread those family gatherings, they were so rambunctious and loud but now i miss them so much." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>