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It wasn't so much that Shaheen had managed to calm down from her initial rampant fury that had meant the destruction of so many walls and doors in the dormitories, just that she had reigned herself in under some semblance of control. Inwardly, she continued to seethe, her fingers curled into claws, her lip pulled back into a snarl. None of this fury was irrational, no, it was completely rational, and necessary, and nothing she did in that time was something anybody could blame or judge her for, nor would she really give a flying ******** if they did.

Flying. That just reminded her that whoever was responsible for this had taken her wings away along with her dignity, and that only served to infuriate her even more, her face red beneath it's bronze complexion, her eyes full of murder.

The voice inside her head, the broken one of her "weapon" (it wasn't her weapon. It was wrong), only served to irritate her more, and every syllable it spoke, sensible or not, was met with mental growls of rage.

She was out on the hunter grounds, now, out from within the buildings, stalking across the grass while fighting not to go off the rails for a second time, the sheer effort of doing so making her hands and legs tremble.

It was the thud of an arrow that had her whirling, head ducking down, body crouched as if ready to spring on whoever her assailant may be.

Oh. Not an assailant.

"Mengyao." Her voice was raw, but controlled, if only barely, and she let out a long exhale, before breathing in deeply again, trying to steady herself. "Do you happen to have any idea what the ******** is going on here??"



Character name: Shaheen
Division: Death, Specialized hunter
Arcana: The Chariot
Appearance: Repulsive, now, thanks.