[Unlike most of the shard-bearers, Hayame has not lost a single ability or sense to the decoupling from their factions and then the poisonous mix of Zenith and Meridian energies. She had never relied on anything but her own body, and her body relied only on powerful centaurine biology and a lifetime of harsh training to forge herself into a weapon for humans.
But she has no masters any longer. She is a weapon only for herself, and for her duty to return to her world.
And right now... Zenith was standing in the way of one of the only things that promised a potential way out. More damningly... those weak-willed Meridians who let themselves be corrupted to Zenith's side were skewing the numbers.]
Who were you looking for, Fool of the Burning Gardens?
[She steps closer, clip clop muffled by the soft dirt of the tunnel floor, her expression steely and cold.]
no subject
But she has no masters any longer. She is a weapon only for herself, and for her duty to return to her world.
And right now... Zenith was standing in the way of one of the only things that promised a potential way out. More damningly... those weak-willed Meridians who let themselves be corrupted to Zenith's side were skewing the numbers.]
Who were you looking for, Fool of the Burning Gardens?
[She steps closer, clip clop muffled by the soft dirt of the tunnel floor, her expression steely and cold.]
Someone to whisper to in the dark?