"Okay, Im here now what?!" She says with a snippy tone at the edge of her feminine voice. You picked a fiery one Jax The voice chuckles. Jaxon nods with a smirk on his lips, what fun would it be if he had picked a meek plain mare. No, she was fiery and beautiful, she was well worth every bit of attitude and hassel. "Well Darli', we ge' to kno' each othe'." He answers simply in his thick accent.

Jaxon ventures closer to his prize. "Th' names Jaxon, yo' can cal' me Jax." He drawls. "No', pet. Wha' shoul' I call yo'?" His dark eyes linger on her delicate features, from her two toned eyes to the dainty curves of her nape. She'll make a good bargaining chip Jax. Jaxon nods as the voice speaks, yet deep down he feels the need to argue with the it. "Wha' if I decide I wan' to keep he'?" He asks the voice. For a brief moment he forgets that he was only standing a few feet from her, as he speaks with it. It's not wise to get emotionally involved or to even have those thoughts. She will ruin our plans Jax! The voice yells. Jaxon winces as the sound reverberates in his head.

"Damn't." He says partially under his breath.

His dark eyes flick to her face, he gages her reaction to the little show that he had just put on. He dares to venture even closer, his dark lips reach to caress her delicate shoulder, affectionately. Well, affectionate for Jaxon, it mostly just turns into an awkward moment of his lips remaining on her shoulder for a few seconds too long, as he breathes in her scent. He recedes a step, allowing her space just to take in her surroundings. He clears his throat before he informs her of the dangers of the Lagoon. "Beliv' it or no' it is safe' wit' me, then by yoursel'."

How did he explain to her that there were monsters that wander the swamps? Ones that would eagerly devour her every curve. She was his prize, and he wants to insure that she is safe.