Nixen stood outside his masters mansion, target dummies before him and a line of weapons on the rack behind him. He was out in the yard. No distractions, no bothers. Even so, as he trained, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed. As always. Nixen growls, his red spade-tipped demon tail lashing back and forth. “Even the wind wants to piss me off today..” But even as he uttered this to himself, his thoughts near immediately fade. He raises his fists again. Back to training.
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