April 05, 2019, 12:53 PM
She cut across the plains and felt nothing but wind, letting her body burn when she should have focused on conservation. She wouldn't let herself be defeated; the fact that Cyclone was gone and her hopes of learning from her were dashed, but her life wasn't over. Maybe that's what propelled Tuya now? This great need for purpose, this flickering flame deep within her - a spirit that wouldn't quit. That said, she plunged across the valley and through the wetlands, and could only feel herself grow frustrated by her circumstances. While she should have been busy at work honing her body, she was roaming. Instead of studying the life that sprung forth around her, she was hunting for purpose. As her travel morphed from full tilt run to something more muted and a new marsh rose up around her, she let out a frustrated roar - which transitioned in to a primal shout, a howl at the nothingness around her.