Nocturne Summit The city, the crowd is fading, moving on

the last piece of the pheasant tail tribe has found herself in the wilds once again, but for this time, permanently. the trek back into the desert was nothing more than a hazy dream, a mirage full of hope that only ended in bitter sorrow. with the red desert no longer able to provide for her, the scarred warrior cut her losses and turns her back on her home, never to return until she walks the earth again as a spirit.

the wilds are familiar to her, some parts more than others. shikoba wants to seek out lost creek hollow, despite it being a darker piece of her history. a phantom pain runs across the claw marks on her face, and shikoba gasps as a paw feverishly reaches up to brush against the dark scar. the hell cat that haunts her dreams at night is unknowingly dead, a peace that shikoba will never know until she herself passes.

continuing on her path of the summit, shikoba's ears perk up when she sees a dark figure come into view. a willowy figure that is easy on the eyes, one that clashes with the muscular build and scarred appearance of the agouti woman. shikoba could say that she almost feels insecure and disrespectful to be in the presence of a beautiful creature like the one before her. but, none the less, she offers a humble chuff to greet the other. hopefully, her english would come a little easier to her.