Jyn Xavi (click name for picture) Heat pressed down against her neck, allowing sickly feeling of trickling sweat to drip down her spine, soaking the thin clothing into a darker shade than usual. Perhaps it might have been wise for her to go and find some shade but out here, one would be lucky enough if they managed to get a glimpse of a tree, let alone the dried up twigs that were rumored once upon a time to be such a thing. Something with ripe bark and leafy greens upon its canopies, it was damn near folly. Mopping at her brow with the cuffs of her gauntlets; duo toned eyes captured the light of the suns above with vigor almost making them sparkle in a way that was unnatural. Then again, everything she was; was completely unnatural... to put it lightly. Perhaps she could chalk up the horrified looks to the dried blood that caked up her gauntlets and her light clothing but that would be rather foolish to assume. Nay she knew why people were promptly ushering children into the mud and sand homes, why the elderly were drawing their gazes down to their laps as their lips began to pray to risen lords that existed beyond the veil of the blue sky; ears fringed with gold and a body forged from parts that should have been only to that of a beast, she was an eye full to feast upon. That is, if most weren't so fearing that she'd somehow suck the very soul from the depths of their skins with a simple cast of eyes. That would be rather convenient though, make less of a mess when she had to choose whether or not someone had the worth to their lives. Draping dusty brown hair trailing in rippling air waves behind her, as she was scouring for nothing more than water. She might have been a hellish creation that in all right shouldn't be walking and talking, but she had been given this false hood of life and wasn't about to squander it due to looks and god fearing people running in bouts away from her. The long stretch of ears that rose up out of her skull rather than where the once human ears rested listening to the hushed murmurs that were usually meant to be kept from one's hearing, she gritted her teeth. Damn them stupid creatures, when it came to seeing her or another one of her special breeding around they all cowered in their homes and yet... if the chaos that rolled in thick waves came to this wasteland of a village, they'd be begging her for her saving grace. After all she was created for that simple reason alone. Ripped away from her freshly dug grave, flesh still holding a rosy tan complexion- the men who played god took pieces of jackals, to stretch and mold limbs and bodies into what she was now. Her previous death hadn't been pleasant, having her arms and legs torn away from her torso leaving the remnants of her body as a stump. Though they took glee in mauling that as well leaving her nothing more than a head really. Using alchemy, hellish manna and whatever else torturous fun to twist and create the body unfit for mankind, she was over all grateful for it. She had only begun her twenty second year of life to have it ripped away from her - due to an false accusation that she had been a part of the murderous cult that revenged the lands - so being here and now in this strange body was in a way a blessing. But still... being a unwanted protector to the beings that once scorned her was a hard pill to swallow. And yet... she still did it. A little lost within the depths of her thoughts, she hummed when she heard the wooden bucket tumble across the ground until she lifted a padded foot to stop it from continuing on its sudden adventure. A brow raised as she looked down to it, as the young boy came skittering across the parched soil and gravel to reach out for it. Though his tiny hands stopped just before her foot to hazard a look up to her looming figure. No smile touched her face, rather the grim line stressed over her lips before she nudged the bucket back to his hands. "You are fetching water, from where?" her voice was gentle- everything that most wouldn't expect from a monster. There was no sense in scaring the boy any more than he already was. Fingers shook as he pointed off towards the east of the village square, as she rubbed her index and thumb against one another with a thought. Not offering more than a polite tip of her chin to thank him for his cooperation; she stepped right over top of the lad while trying not to look hurried to get to the well that would house fresh water. But that proved far more difficult the moment she turned about one of the buildings of mud, as she damn near squealed out of delight to see the poor looking well. Hurried feet rushed to that of the well, only to lean herself half way in - greedily scooping handfuls of water into her leathery palette and she would have been more than happy to drink her weight if she was allowed too. Before someone was poking at her shoulder, "What is it? Can't you see that I am attempting to drown myself in sweet bliss!" her voice echoed through the well she remained halfway submerged in. "You're an Anubian, are you not?" a man's voice... elderly too. Exhaling heavily, she lifted a foot to wiggle it still not daring to come up fully out of the well, "No it's a costume for hallow's eve, I'm just a couple months early!" she laced every word with sarcasm; "Of course I am an anubian! How many others do you see melded with a jackal you old coot! What the hell do you want, I'm busy here." Tapping more insistently on her shoulder, she let out an audible growl pushing herself right back up and into the dry heat to look imposingly down to the bald stout elder; "I beg your pardon dear, but it could it be possible with you in our town that we might be plagued with demons and spirit raisers?" A golden fringed ear faltered to tilt backwards, "Spirit raisers, you mean necromancers?" fingers pressed to her forehead; "Your little ass hole of a town is safe, no one in their right mind would willingly seek to demolish it." she was more than temperamental to the moment, the heat, the blood on her and the want to jump head first into the water that was resting so close was enough to drive one mad. "Now does that make you feel better?" He frowned at her before he shook his head with a renewed smile on his lips; "Not overly but with an Anubian around, I doubt we have much to fear than yourself." She frowned now crossing her arms under her breasts, "Right, now go on and shoo." she cuffed a hand towards him in a motioning movement, "Unless you are about to offer me a cool bath, shoo shoo." He chuckled this time causing her frown to furrow further; "Let the sun bless you my dear," putting a hand over his heart in an oath she knew was famous to the believer types, she was weary that he was about to baptize her before he turned about face and walked leisurely away. Rubbing the long hair out of her face, she could only shake her head before turning right around to rub those hands eagerly together. "Dear water, you shall me mine!" She cared little if this was the towns drinking water or bathing water, it was going to be that for her. Leaping up to the ledge, she splashed her way into the small opening to soak herself from head to toe with a great relief to rise up out of her bosom. "Sweet bliss."