Born from a family of warriors and tacticians, Songs Jhet-Krask(the name Jhet-Krask coming from her family's four tusks) grew up to uphold the family tradition; seek wisdom amongst strength. Training in their own little haven in the outskirts of Krugmar, residing near the waters for better nourishment, and to avoid the drama of Ugrad'Lur, for Inkathu and Urzoth had little interest in fighting a war that might not succeed, for the betterment of orcs. But as the war had been won and the clans would soon form with more structure, they sought to settle down and eventually have little Songs. So as the little orc grew, she was drawn to the rare bestiaries that were provided. Reading for pleasure rather than of need. Her parents, named Urzoth Jhet-Krask(mom), and Inkathu Jhet-Krask(dad) took notice quickly, going out of their way to provide for their daughter's interest. In their family, wisdom was a needed quality, to fuel this, they found books on various subjects. Each book ranged from bestiaries, to histories of other cultures, as well as the ancient history of Almaris itself, even if some history was bias because of different cultural beliefs. Training the little orc however, proved difficult, for she cared little about fighting, rather wishing to make peace. Yet, she learned despite her protests, her parents wanting her to fend for herself should the need arise. With years going by, Songs grew smarter and her figure changed, growing out her tusks as her hair grew thicker and so did her form. A secluded child that rarely went out of her way to make friends. Taking comfort from her books and her training as her parents guided her knowledge to certain topics. Her father hell-bent to her reading about other cultures to fuel her knowledge on customs(as he was thinking tactically, considering using culture against other races), her mother however, saw to her training. Pushing her daughter to train and grow stronger, even if some scars came out of it. Currently, Songs sees to it that she continues to fuel her brain and her brawn, through books or rather her own personal training as she travels about Krugmar, clanless, yet keeping her options open as to better herself for the sake of her family.
The smell of salt in the air brought the large orc to stop and take a breath. The travel had been long, and with land now bestowed upon her, she took a moment to appreciate the way the sun hit her skin; warming the flesh as her golden eyes soon took their travel about the market before her. Just as she was about to continue on her way, she would be stopped by the sound of someone speaking. Turning her attention down, she looked upon the besuited man. A brow raising at his greeting as she would keep her expression neutral. The question almost one to confuse her as she took a breath in before she spoke, "Do you ask every new face such a question? Or just me?" Her tone was slightly accusing, her eyes golden flames on the man before her. Her voice deep as the sound came from beneath her breast, the large tusks showing as she spoke. Once realizing her rather unsavory attitude, the orc would gently clear her throat and try again. "Forgive me, I am unaccustomed to speaking with others. To answer your question, I am here to simply understand what the land has to offer. To live life as much as I possibly can and learn from it and it's people. I have no personal quarrel with you, rest assure, I am simply curious as to why you ask such questions." As she finished her last statement, her face took on a more curious glance, clearly seeking an answer from the stylish man before her.
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