[Jade Alanon]

It was odd that Jade would obey the pull of her weapon, it should have been different, Aganadara should have been obeying her, for she was the weilder...wasn't she? She had doubts on who exactly was in control with each tug of the blade, leading her towards the warrior sitting in silent meditation, she wanted to assert her dominance, but she also wished to sate the curiousity she felt towards the mysterious blade, if that meant risking her life in the wilds of Zinn'Sunn to speak with the warrior, then that would be what she would do. "I don't know about this Jade..." Jade brushed her hand against her bondmate's head, reassuring her that all would be well before pushing through the bamboo.

She watched carefully as she moved closer to the warrior, while she didn't want to fight him, she viewed him as an opponent just the same. In Jade's odd world, you were either an enemy, an opponent, a friend, or an aquaintance, none of which really gained much trust in her eyes, Nymira was the only person in Jade's life that she trusted completely and totally. She could feel her bondmate's eyes upon her as she waited, though she wasn't sure what exactly she was waiting for. Now that she was closer, she was able to look him over a lot better, see his weapon closer, Jade admired other fighters and their styles, but there was something amazing about the way he was so focused and silent.

Jade wanted to, but she couldn't bring herself to disturb him from that peace, she half wished she could attain such a level of meditation as well. She thought too much to attain such a thing, too many worries and she had another mind connected to her, thoughts running into hers, her mind was too chaotic. Neither she nor the warrior moved, neither spoke, Jade was tempted just to leave the man to his meditation, she felt just foolish standing there waiting for something to happen when nothing was obviously going to happen. The sunlight shone on her brightly, but the breeze that passed through from time to time kept her from getting overheated, though some of the heat she felt was from Nymira, poor beast was unable to escape the heat in her Virkyn form.

Did Aganadara wish for her to speak with the man or did it wish for her to....

Jade didn't get much time to finish that thought before something completely unexpected occured, Aganadara, that remained in her satchel, somehow pressed her hips forward, helping it to drive through her satchel towards the warrior. She realized now that Aganadara didn't wish for Jade to speak with the warrior, it wished to sink it's silver tip into his body, taste his warm blood dripping over the blade and the hilt. It had a bloodlust that even surprised Jade, watching almost helplessly as the dagger sailed away from her, trying once to grab hold of the blade and cursing when she missed. Calling it back did nothing for it was following it's own desire it seemed, damn weapon was such a mystery to her and now the man was dead...

No he wasn't...Jade had looked back at the spot where the man had been and realized that he was gone, he moved so fast that she wondered if he had truly been there. Aganadara had missed it's target and now lay sticking out of the ground, seething at the miss. She wanted to pick up the weapon and leave, but she didn't dare breathe much less move, for at that moment, she felt a blade pressed against her throat. She didn't bother to panic because she knew who was behind her and if he killed her, she knew why, he believed that she had attacked him and in a way she had.

She felt a surge of panic coming from her sister, two hearts beating as one in fear that they would be killed so easily, if Jade died, Nymira did as well. Nymira growled deeply in her throat as she took a few steps forward, but halted, this man was quick and he knew what he was doing, he would surely see Nymira coming and kill Jade before Nymira even got a chance at him, dying was not an option.

His words meant something yet nothing to the Sanguine, she understood how it was to have Death at your heals, not that she could say such a thing. She tensed as she felt his blade break the skin, a bead of blood running down her throat, though she gave no sign that it hurt, pain was nothing new to her. She kept her body incredibly still, barely breathing so his blade didn't bite into more skin. There was no anger in his demand, it was as though she hadn't just tried to kill him and really, she hadn't, Aganadara had. She needed to be careful with her words.

"I assure you that you will find no purity with anything that comes from my mouth. While I didn't seek your demise, my weapon did." She spoke calmly, as though a blade wasn't held against her neck, if he didn't like her answer, then she would die, easy as that, nothing she or Nymira could do about it.