Breach is not an entirely loyal creature, but she is loyal to a few.
She is loyal to Yadigar.
So while she has no interest in helping Ghaul pursue his interests, she is interested in protecting his son. Thus she makes the journey. She feels when it starts in her very bones and there’s something desperate that snaps in the back of her mind. Something fearful and angry and nearly feral. She cries out as she shifts and takes to the skies in her favored hawk form, her wings spread wide as she cuts through the skyline quickly, efficiently, and largely unseen by anyone who may look upward.
And she arrives to chaos.
When the wind begins to pick up, there is a feeling of panic as she fights against the gusts. She begins to feel herself thrown to the side, the distinct sensation of waves nearly pulling her under as it picks up, as the cold air begins to sluice through her. Knitting her brow, she spirals downward and shifts as she lands, taking on a significantly larger form as a rhino, feeling slower but heavier and more substantial.
The magic in the air is unlike anything she has ever experienced in her life of physical magic. This was not the gift of changing forms. This was shadows and darkness and invisible force fields. She hates it. Immediately. The loathing burns through her as she begins to charge, frustration bubbling in her chest as she realizes that she has yet to see Yadigar. That she has no idea at all where he is.
It’s then that she hears it.
Have you tired of Sochi already?
The mention of her comatose mother cuts through everything else and she snaps her horned head to the side to see the star-touched mare. Everything else bleeds away in her mother’s fury that now rages in her. Shifting once more, uncaring about the exhaustion that accompanies this many shifts in a row, she shifts into her tigress form. It is alarming how much she resembles her mother now that she is grown and it feels right to wear it as she launches herself toward the darkness wielder, claws outstretched toward her shoulder and jaw snapping at her jugular.
I want to swim until we both begin to feel the weightlessness sink in