It had been far too long since the female last walked in these lands. There had been a visit, yes, but it was short lived as Arisu sought to continue her journey for power elsewhere. Yet, try as she might, it always seemed to lead her back to this damn place. Alacritia. The word felt dirty in her mind. The place she was born, the place she was disowned... Oh how many memories lay here. The female would dig her claws into the dried ground, letting a low growl rumble in her chest.
Yes. She was back. But this place did not feel like a home. Arisu doubted that it ever would. Though perhaps things might... Surprise her. The winds would pick up around her body, blowing up a bit of dust from the barren land. The Sycari Strip... She would pass through this lifeless place. And damned by whatever strangers she met with. Arisu was not here looking for friends.
