[center][color=b35959][h1]Omiku[/h1][/color][/center]

Omiku was waiting for the clashing of steel, the shedding of blood, the carnage of battle. But the opening gambit of the Sulfreyan's stunned her. Light disrupted the Kitsune's senses as her penumbral refuge faded for an agonizing length of time, her shadowy form shifted and shattered, screaming without a voice. Then the pain began to give way to desperation and rage, a faint noise in the back of her head spurring her on. A few riders caught her attention as her thoughts shifted to bringing the night early, but she was interrupted by more bursts of light flicker and burn. These ones from a friendly if antagonistic source, but painful all the same as the world faded from her again.

When she came too, she found herself spread thin as her shadow spread and seeped in the gaze of the setting sun. Somehow, she has just about survived to nightfall in spite of the efforts of foe and supposed friend. It has been long. Perhaps too long since she felt the sun fade, but her body remembered. Old emotions and instincts spurred to life from memories of past expeditions and raids under the embrace of darkness. It was a comforting, if not entirely pleasant, memory from back before her fate shifted to that prison. But the fate of the past is to remain fixed, She must concern herself with the future. To head further towards their goal, no doubt the last encounter was but a taste of what is to come. It is certain now that her extended stay in the maw has weakened her more than she thought, in this state she would need to rely on these non-kin if she is to have a future.