There was no sugar coating it, life had given her a crappy hand. And when she thought it couldn't get worse she was thrown in to socialising with those who she found... complicated, and even when she thought she had began to make some sort of progress in her own way. Things were brought to a sudden halt by that fateful day... was she too weak? Without Shinsetsu... perhaps she would have died. She was soft. With a lack of mentors, with all of them that she's spoken to she finds uninteresting or inconsequential. Her own mother... abandoned her again. In one way or another, the part that came down to it was that she wasn't here. She was living another life, doing whatever she was doing.
In all honesty the young Ryuu had no clue, nor did she even care anymore. She wanted strength, not to be continuously saved by those she deemed inferior. Whether it came down to misguidance or a lack of guidance she finds herself at the very gates. Rocking a new style which she attained a couple days ago, she'd appear almost unrecognisable to those who knew her before, her hair wasn't hers. She'd take back control for now with the use of dye, and even though she was underage she decided that piercings were gonna be the way she screamed rebellion. She had nothing to prove to anyone here, only something to herself. That something had little place stuck behind these large walls.
Moving as swift as possible she would dash through the dark night, blending with the shadows, her own training with slinking in to the darkness coming in to fruition now as she snuck past the guard not uttering a singular word as she attempted to make her escape. Alone and unknown.
(1 Hour Runtime, Going missing)
In all honesty the young Ryuu had no clue, nor did she even care anymore. She wanted strength, not to be continuously saved by those she deemed inferior. Whether it came down to misguidance or a lack of guidance she finds herself at the very gates. Rocking a new style which she attained a couple days ago, she'd appear almost unrecognisable to those who knew her before, her hair wasn't hers. She'd take back control for now with the use of dye, and even though she was underage she decided that piercings were gonna be the way she screamed rebellion. She had nothing to prove to anyone here, only something to herself. That something had little place stuck behind these large walls.
Moving as swift as possible she would dash through the dark night, blending with the shadows, her own training with slinking in to the darkness coming in to fruition now as she snuck past the guard not uttering a singular word as she attempted to make her escape. Alone and unknown.
(1 Hour Runtime, Going missing)