Hokori, do you even think he loves you? The ring was just a ploy, he plans on killing you..or using you, abusing you. You should get rid of Erebus now while you have the chance. He's with the White Fang and you should have known sooner.
{₩} Listening, Yajuu's brow furrowed. "- White Fang." The words echoed through her mind, and there was a noise from her lips as she fell back. Jumping back to a few years she remembered seen peaceful groups of faunas known as the White Fang, protesting for rights. Sit - ins. Walks. Avoiding the police at any and all cost in large numbers. She didn't look like a faunas, and her mother had married a human when Hokori was nine. Her new last name was Yajuu, meaning "beast" It bothered her that her mother had remarried, but it brought both wealth. In the end she only watched the fights from afar.
Thoughts raced, finding memories of her home burning to her step-father being human, causing the faunas to be irate. To burning him alive to losing the Yajuu family name to a curse of Dust Bodies no longer high in rank. It left her in poverty from the incident, any of the wealth from the house going straight to the thieves that stole it from her. It left Hokori in shame at the time, her dark hair growing to hide her sad eyes from her mother, who Hokori watched get beaten by people in masks. The first rebels of the Fang from peaceful to violent. The change was slow, but it left the young girl in agony.
Hokori's hands shook, the woman closing her eyes tight as the feeling of a mask clung to her face. She let out a scream in her class room, hiding behind her desk as the sound echoed through the room and then through the hall till it faded into the silence. Memories flashed, the feeling of the mask stronger. Shaking as she grabbed for her folded cloak on desk. Eyes closed tight, she screamed into the cloak, muffling her noise.
Soon, she recovered enough to speak. Her hands shook as she put her collar on, pulling her cloak around her body. Hands gripping the arm on the opposite side of her body under her cloak, she looked the other in the eyes.
"I apologize for such an outburst...I shall take your....comment into suggestion.." There was an uncomfortable shift. "I shall...talk to medicmallory ... about this..."
Sad eyes watching the ground, she walked past the greyface, glancing back at him out the corner of her eyes. Shaking, her steps were slow, and thought out. She was breathing through her lips, smoke billowing out then retreating back in short bursts. Panic left her in an overheated state, but she was determined to continue on to find out what was true and what wasn't. Words needed to be formed, but her jaw was slowly clenching as she attempted to breathe through her teeth. Light headed, she tripped over her own foot to just lay on the floor.