Jasyri

"There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street." ~ D. H. Lawrence A wild creature, fierce as the lands she hails from and as unyielding as fire across the plains. A bitch in both nature and gender, she is little more than a fierce set of fangs and mocking laughter. A total encapsulation of her species, hyena at heart and in nature. She is just as likely to laugh as she is to strike, making her a rather formidable friend or foe. With no patience for any sort of shit, she is dangerous at the best of moments, and brutal at the worst, living with the mantra survival of the fittest.
Control is what she seeks, and what she trades in. The slave trade nor the selling of bodies are no new thing to her, and have been frequent in her lands for some time. Despite the sordid past of her life, having once been a piece of flesh to be traded, she feels no remorse of sympathy for those she breaks and trains. Emotions, like many things, are packed far away behind a wall which keeps others at distance. Cruel tongue and charming personality have won her many friends and allies over the year, keeping to the pack instincts her species possess. And yet there is no doubt that she would turn upon those she calls allies and friends should the opportunity arise to benefit herself.
Hic sunt hyaenis.