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Who: Jinana and anyone who wants to deal with the crotchety demon
Where: Wandering
Style: either
Status: OPEN!
Jinana steels herself against her own pride and finally exits what she believes to be her base in Manipura and out into the Junkyard. She'd spent her time in equal parts rage, confusion, and desperation, trying to locate what could be left of her tribe. Yet, there is no one save strangers who were acting even more strangely then they had before. How long had she been dead? Had she even been dead?
She didn't know.
There was a lot she didn't know
Yet she was comforted by the fact that she had once built the Maribel into a strong tribal nation, she could do it again. Before she could do that though, she needed to get a handle on herself again. The pain was starting again, the churning in her stomach that made that power inside her claw at the inside of her skin, trying to break free. She had been foolish last time, thinking it was something that could be controlled.
It was her decision this time, letting her body ripple into darkness then grow and contort into something completely different as she headed out to hunt. Jinana would not loose herself again. Whatever she had to do to keep herself alive and sane, she would.
Where: Wandering
Style: either
Status: OPEN!
Jinana steels herself against her own pride and finally exits what she believes to be her base in Manipura and out into the Junkyard. She'd spent her time in equal parts rage, confusion, and desperation, trying to locate what could be left of her tribe. Yet, there is no one save strangers who were acting even more strangely then they had before. How long had she been dead? Had she even been dead?
She didn't know.
There was a lot she didn't know
Yet she was comforted by the fact that she had once built the Maribel into a strong tribal nation, she could do it again. Before she could do that though, she needed to get a handle on herself again. The pain was starting again, the churning in her stomach that made that power inside her claw at the inside of her skin, trying to break free. She had been foolish last time, thinking it was something that could be controlled.
It was her decision this time, letting her body ripple into darkness then grow and contort into something completely different as she headed out to hunt. Jinana would not loose herself again. Whatever she had to do to keep herself alive and sane, she would.