HOTARU
To say her rage is fierce is an understatement. To call it elemental is a disservice. Of all the words within her grasp, every language she’s ever faced, there are none to convey the intensity of her anger when the dizzying sensation of a new portal trip finally fades. For a moment she lays there, graceless and staring up at the night sky draped out above her, hair sprawled out in golden threads and spun amongst the fallen leaves. She may even look peaceful, to those who catch a glimpse of her in the shadows of the dying grass. Slowly she rises, gathering her legs beneath her and standing, plucking a leaf from her hair with the quick intensity of a falcon snatching a fish from the water. For a moment she stares down at the leaf in her palm, existing in a different season than where she’d just come from. It’s wholly unharmed, a dark shade of orange even beneath the silver cast of the moon, and rather meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Beautiful even.
She crushes it in her hand.
Only when the tiny bits are ground between her fingers to a satisfyingly tiny degree does the woman unclench her hand and let the debris fall to the earth once more. A sharp exhale, a quick smooth-down of her garments, and then she releases a wordless scream of anger into the air around her.
It lasts until her lungs deplete, a senseless primordial expression of her grief and frustration. And just as quickly as it began, it ceases. Though her breasts heave with the exertion, her face has settled into a grim mask. Her hands push her hair back behind her shoulders, and without any further dawdling she sets forth with purposeful strides. Heterochromatic eyes focus on the monolith in the distance, a tower of some sorts and the only marking visible through the treeline, backlit by the heavy moon.
She walks with purpose, like she intends to walk in an unimpeded line and all that stands in her way will simply fall and be crushed to nothing. It’s certainly intimidating despite her petite stature. Effectively more of a stalk than a stride. Still, it carries her where she needs to go - onward. And as she goes, she lets her voice ring out loud and clear to any traveling nearby.
“If anyone knows where the hell I am, come tell me!”
Hotaru has arrived.
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
