WHERE AM I?
Eyes cracked open, a small groan parting from bloodstained lips. "W-What..?" Once her eyes were fully wide and alert, she rolled over onto her side, hissing softly when pain flared through her body. She was injured, where did she get that from? Oh..from that youkai attack..It was all coming back to her, Zakuro could remember it vividly. She and a couple of her close friends had been called to the sightings of vicious attacks in the neighboring village. The humans were terrified and could think of nobody else but them to exterminate their situation.
When they had finally spotted the beast, Zakuro, along with the rest of her half-spirit sisters had tried to slay it, and that in turn, only angered it. It had then injured Susukihotaru with one swing of it's arm. Infuriated, the young dark haired female had gotten in a few good lethal hits with her blade, and the last thing she remembered was the glow of a sphere, her friends screaming out her name, and then darkness.
One hand roamed down her body in a careful motion, almost as if searching. Zakuro wanted to know the extent of her wounds, and if it was life threatening. The tips of her fingers slid inside her yukata, and then onto her side, a shaky pained growl ripping from the back of her throat. The beast, before it's death had gotten a good swing at her with it's sharp claws. It had raked her side, but thankfully it wasn't anything serious. I can't stay here any longer..They must be worried. Carefully, the half-spirit rose onto shaky feet, ears giving brief twitches of discomfort. Bare feet pressed into the soft dirt, leaving indention's behind as she walked, her hand now firmly clutching at her transformed weapon, out of pure instincts.
This was not her home. This wasn't anywhere nearly familiar to her, she was certain of that. Where had that stupid beast dropped her off too? The fox eared teen barely paid much attention to the fact that her gorgeous yukata was now drenched in blood on one side, some of it smeared across her cheek and temple, giving her a rather wild look. The pain was nothing to her, this wound was nothing. She needed to get home, that was all that mattered. Zakuro had no idea of how long she had been walking around, and it seemed like it was getting her nowhere - but soon, her ears had soon swiveled at the sound of noise nearby, which had caused her to halt momentarily, furry appendages flattening against her head. "Come out!" She snarled her demand, body shifting into a defensive position, blade held out ready to attack.