[They're all beginning to show the strain of their entrapment. First the scorching heat of the dying sun, now the dark press of soil and earth under the soulless eyes of the Iconoclast oracle- the effigy marked with the same symbol that is imprinted on the back of Hayame's neck. But it isn't just hair that occasionally obscures that aspect mark anymore. At some point, thin vines that soon withered had sprouted amidst her hair, tangling with the jet black of her mane and tail.
At some point, sometime between stabbing a demon in the eye and now, days later...
Hayame's eyes are slightly wild with paranoia and edge when she turns to the sound of approach, relaxing slightly upon realizing it's Claude, but... not relaxing completely. She can't see everything. There's no telling, he might have turned traitor too when she wasn't looking-]
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At some point, sometime between stabbing a demon in the eye and now, days later...
Hayame's eyes are slightly wild with paranoia and edge when she turns to the sound of approach, relaxing slightly upon realizing it's Claude, but... not relaxing completely. She can't see everything. There's no telling, he might have turned traitor too when she wasn't looking-]
What is it?