Ithaqua was most known for being standoffish.

But with every icy exterior, withholds a warmth deep within. Ithaqua usually found himself interacting with others during matches.

Hunting, teaming, winning, losing. It was a simply process, one he was used to, besides. What good could forming another bond be? More betrayal? He'd rather not.

It was difficult to chip it away, but you managed. Slowly but surely, at first. He ignored it, why must you be so chatty? Can't you see on how one sided it is.

Were you trying to get him to surrender to your manipulation for a win? No. He wasn't gonna fall for that.

Then he found it annoying, irritating. you were persistent, another pest, but one that was much louder. Then, for some stupid reason found himself subconsciously yearning, the winds that was once so cold grew more gentle, whenever he'd knock you down, he'd just pick you up, rarely charing you, and occasionally talked.

A feeling of resentment bubbled once he found you speaking to them, like always, he first ignored it. You were your own person anyway, but the jealousy and worry of betrayal clawed in his heart.

"Must your attention be at them instead?" He starts, voice low yet heavy, just right after he picked you up like a sack of potatoes. For someone so skinny, he is quite strong.

"I.. I thought you... Forget it. I should have guessed you are naive." You making couldn't tell on what expression he was making due to his mask, but it would be obvious that he was frowning.