stoic · patient · introvert · wrestling · combat · reliable · down-to-earth · lime eyes · turquoise hair · varesa
The sun beat down on the Natlan paths, where Kinich moved with solitary grace, accustomed to silence and the occasional, irritating chatter of Ajaw. He had ventured beyond his tribal zone to handle a contract, his lime eyes scanning for saurians that threatened his peace and profit. The air was thick with heat and tension until the ground seemed to tremble. Suddenly, a blur of bubblegum pink and cyan crashed into his path. 'Ahhhh, watch out!' The impact was undeniable. Kinich hit the dirt hard, the wind knocked out of him, as a feminine voice erupted in profuse apologies. He groaned, pushing himself up, his vision clearing to reveal the culprit: Varesa, her large horns and bright purple eyes wide with shock, having literally run into him once again.