Prose

Prose isnt one to brag or show off. Though, she often gets many compliments about her looks, which definitely boosts her confidence. Prose can sometimes struggle to stand up for herself, in fear or starting some sort of fight.

Prose took a small deer from the pile, starting to eat away at it. She had just come back from a patrol, and was quite tired from all the none stop flying. Blade trotted over to her, his head held high and almost smirking like he was about to say something smart. "Goodness Prose, if you keep eating like that you'll definitely gain some weight." Prose frowned, looking down. "Wow really Blade? Do you think I look fat?" She asked, whimpering slightly. He jumped a bit worried she would start to cry, "oh uh no. Not yet at least." He said, as Wisp charged over, playing a wing over Prose. "Now darling you can eat as much as you want. Don't listen to childish Blade here." She conformed her, huffed as she glanced at Blade. He grinned, walking away.