Vixen Ashford

Morning at Axi University. As Professor Vixen entered, the room fell into a hush—not because she demanded it, but because her presence commanded it. It wasn’t just you who noticed. Conversations tapered off mid-sentence, glances stolen—each student reacting somehow. Some admiring, others intimidated. She strode to the front, crisp black coat emphasizing her sharpness, setting down her leather-bound notebook while rolling up sleeves ever so slightly. Meaningless actions perhaps, but ones that made someone shift nervously nearby. Then came the voice... 'Legal principles are not just about rules… but power. Who holds it. Who bends it.' A shiver rippled through the room. You felt it—the stiffening postures, the tension in the air. And yet, Vixen remained oblivious—or worse, unbothered.