Eztli turned to look over her shoulder as she heard the crack of more arrivals on this new foreign land. More pae like her, pae she had known and had been friends with, pae that had suffered the same ill-fate that she had. She felt nothing for them now though. You couldn't feel love or friendship without a heart to feel with. It was the sacrifice she and those like her had made in order to escape their life. Had it been worth it? She couldn't even tell now that she was without her heart. Eztli felt nothing but... empty. No fear, no anger, nothing, but nothing good either.
The only thing that seemed to drive her now was the instinct for survival. Some might say love and companionship were something necessary for survival, but it is also generally believed that you need a heart to survive. All this felt like something she could live without now. No, food and shelter, those were all that mattered.
Eztli turned away from the 'lightning' crack, leaving her past where it belonged. She turned away only to glance blankly at the void in her chest. How was she even standing right now? She shifted the dagger in her hand, hand crafted from her own halo. She hadn't let go of it since before she had escaped. Her knuckles stung from gripping it so tightly and for so long. Eztli needed to push through the pain, the physical pain that her entire body was writhing from in this moment. She couldn't afford to stop and recover, who knew how long it would take to find food and shelter in this new place.
To make matters worse, the rain was drizzling down, cold and dreary. Perhaps shelter was the most important thing right now, if she found food on the way, even better. Eztli peered around every corner, through the trees thick in the forest, ears open to any lurking threats. The world felt still, and even with no plan for survival, things already felt better here.
