A single ear rotates on his thick skull, listening the insistent flies that buzz around the fermenting waters of the lagoon. Every few seconds, Jaxon stomps and shakes his tangled dreadlocks back in forth in a pathetic effort to chase the pests away. It has been quiet around here brother, we should stir the men up. The voice whispers. Jaxon nods half to himself, half to the voice. Yes, it had been quite idle around here. He had seen a single woman and a few men milling around. He can feel the wheels turning in his head, yes, it was time to rile up these Islands. A smirk touches his dark lips as he remembers, the quick trip he had made to Salem to attempt a raid on a perlino stallion. This said stallion, had a pretty little painted buckskin woman who needed a home with him. Yes, brother, with time.

Snap. Jaxon immediately rotates his skull in the direction of the sound. There, she stuck out like a sore thumb, her golden and white coat contrasts against the shadows of the Lagoon. You better greet our guest. The voice suggests. Jaxon nods and propels himself through the muck and mire towards the woman.

Her perfume wafts around him, it was fresh, unlike the heavy musky scent of the men. She was like a delicate flower, yet there was fierceness about her. He drank her curves in, but notices the slight bulge in stomach. "Yo' look los' darli'." He drawls. He takes notice of the slight smirk that plays at her lips, at least it seems as if she has a sense of humor. Jaxon could appreciate that.