Question

Due: Thursday, September 30, 2021 at 11:59 pm

Answer 1

Answer:

His hair was as black as coal, yet as soft as silk. Skin as smooth as porcelain glass. His eyes were like two icy pools, looking like diamonds in the sunlight. His name was Ajax. Like a prince, nonetheless. Yet he was a fierce and mighty, despite his good looks.  His people had developed a wary respect of him.

And when he spoke, his voice held a thick ascent that was like caramel dripping from a spoon. Ajax was known for his guile and confidence. The way his his eyes surveyed his surroundings was proof of this. He was indeed, very cautious. Underneath his swagger, there was a dangerous man indeed. Ajax, although respected, was feared. He was known to get his way. And when he spoke, people acted.

Wherever he walked, he held his head high with determined steps. His gaze was powerful enough to make you feel like he was staring straight inside your soul. He was no coward; he never backed down from a fight. And yet, he was wise, so very wise that even a priest would seem ignorant beside him.