<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/c62f/i/2017/260/f/2/felannar_commission_by_tamikaproud-dbm5te2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Oxenbridge Hewitt</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1383223)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging Nephele</strong><br/><br/>"She is, well, clearly special, you see.  I'm... er, staying with her," Crow had said.<br/><br/>The idea of that old codger bunking with the mysterious woman made Ox chortle with amusement and disbelief.  It amused him to think of Crow and Nephele sharing household chores, and the image helped assuage his furious temper, even in the face of Crow's audacious lie.  Ox knew Crow wasn't staying with that mysterious beauty.  She was a foreigner, with a foreign look, scent, and accent.  But maybe there was some truth to it.  Crow did have a way of making friends.<br/><br/>"Come on  old friend, lets... er... get away from this doorman, I mean, door... let's get a good view so I can, ah, yell you what I know.  Alright?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, all right," Ox said, eyeing the guard one last time before making his way through the crowd alongside his old pal.<br/><br/>The beauty of the two female defendants had intrigued Ox, and he was not disappointed.  Sometimes, the defendants were lionized by a swirl of rumors before their execution.  But they were seldom as advertised.  These women were stunning, and there could be no mistake that they were a baron's concubines.  Ox would have given his life a dozen times to be sandwiched by their nude bodies, so he felt, at the very least, that the victim got a fair bargain.<br/><br/>"This sure is a day," he said.  "It's like every woman I lay my eyes upon is just..."  He stopped himself from remarking that every woman he met that night was beyond comparison because he didn't want to compliment Nephele.  He stared longingly at Mina and Malia, contemplating the many ways he would have enjoyed fucking them, when Cris's father's sentence was announced and carried out.<br/><br/>The scene reminded him of something that happened to him when he was a boy.  Like Cris, lunatics made him watch as they executed his father.  They beat him, spat on him, and then slit his throat.  They did it in the market in broad daylight, though.  There was no religious tilt to the execution, either.  It was just something that happened after hard times.  Men die like dogs on the streets.<br/><br/>He had felt so helpless then.  He had begged them to stop, but they didn't.  They laughed at him, too.  And people cheered!  They cheered for the worst thing that ever happened in his life.<br/><br/>"Stop it," he growled under his breath, "he's just a kid!"  Enraged, Ox started almost pacing in place, anxiously stroking his forehead with angry fidgets.  "He's just a kid.  He's just a kid."  He kept repeating that, but in different tones.  Suddenly he grabbed a man beside him by the collar and he screamed, "he's just a fucking kid!  Let him go!"  Then, he shoved the random man away, covering his mouth, tears in his eyes.  The elf became frantic and unhinged as he watched the scene develop.<br/><br/>And when it was revealed that Cris was a woman, Ox snapped.