[private] i'm baptised in your name, mazikeen

[Mazikeen]

Mazikeen is feeling a little more like herself, a little calmer, and a little less like combusting into flames at any given minute. She’s starting to feel like the completion of her quest is less of a pressing necessity and more of an actual possibility. Which is ironic, because in order to get her shifting back she needs to be comfortable in her shift-less skin. This feels less like a quest and more like a very specific brand of torture. But she feels hopeful more than she feels sad, and that’s a pleasant change. Mazikeen moves through her home, patrolling and keeping a careful eye out for anything that doesn’t belong. She hasn’t seen any of the shadow-beasts here yet but that didn’t mean they would never cross the borders. And just because she is not as capable of fighting them as she had been when she met the one with Wishbone and the one on the island, doesn’t mean she’s completely useless. She’s starting to think her real superpower is stubbornness and that’s what keeps her moving. She notices the colt and thinks about how she hasn't interacted with a child since she was one. And then her eyes slide from him and notice the way the shadows seem to move and reach for him and her skin chills. So they’re here after all. “Hey!” She shouts and her legs are already moving without a second thought. “HEY.” She shouts again, heading right for the fingers, for the fangs, and giving them something else to focus on.

@[Selaphiel]