[She had attacked the last Kenoma she encountered upon leaving the manor of the woman calling herself Yima. No, she had snapped, not attacked, like a once domesticated dog gone feral that bared it’s fangs instinctively when it caught sight of the man that had once beat it to within an inch of its life, unable to not act on instinct and lunge, for what other chance or day alive might provide the opportunity for revenge? She had left that man covered in crimson that didn’t belong to her only to have any satisfaction robbed from her breast by the dryad’s undoing, and yet-
Despite falling into the temptation of the beast (the temptation of a demon, to become a beast), it was not who she was. (What she wanted to be.) She doesn’t attack every enemy she meets on sight. She does let him pass.
But based only on seeing him among the Kenoma in the Regent's court she glares hatred openly in his direction, the lack of left eye only enhancing the fierceness of that look.
She doesn't kick, though, not beyond a heavy twitch in the taut muscles of her haunch to let him know she could. And though she has obvious blind spot now, catching that hoof would likely result in cracked or broken bones. She doesn't.
He returns to her field of vision unmolested (for now), and her grip on the leather in her hand tightens white-knuckled. "Not anymore", why, why was everyone so able to just act like this place was so new and fresh that the things begat in Horos would just be as if they’d never happened-]
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Despite falling into the temptation of the beast (the temptation of a demon, to become a beast), it was not who she was. (What she wanted to be.) She doesn’t attack every enemy she meets on sight. She does let him pass.
But based only on seeing him among the Kenoma in the Regent's court she glares hatred openly in his direction, the lack of left eye only enhancing the fierceness of that look.
She doesn't kick, though, not beyond a heavy twitch in the taut muscles of her haunch to let him know she could. And though she has obvious blind spot now, catching that hoof would likely result in cracked or broken bones. She doesn't.
He returns to her field of vision unmolested (for now), and her grip on the leather in her hand tightens white-knuckled. "Not anymore", why, why was everyone so able to just act like this place was so new and fresh that the things begat in Horos would just be as if they’d never happened-]
And?
[So he wasn’t Kenoma anymore, then what?]
Who do you serve now, then, dandy?
[… She doesn’t know his name.]