It would be hard to just get into the story of her life. Clarity had arrived to her mind for the first time in weeks, months even. She'd escaped the sorrowful mire of the prison, deep within the lands of Kou. All she could recall was the horrific flashes, painting her mind whenever Baba tried to formalize her thoughts. Up until now, she'd slowly worked her way back, remembering how to respond, to push past the haze which cloaked her mind. Fighting with Sesho, meeting the family allowed her to heal, to stand up to the ferocious fears gnawing away at the young woman.
"I've got to confront my fears" she opened herself looking at the monster of the man in the midday. It was hard to release but with her words the river flowed, a sweet song slowly starting to play. "I went through a harsh two years, I was swiped from my village, I was a performer, I did dances and prayers for my tribe's storytime late at night." She had the memories know but the emotions washed over, freshly reminding the body manipulator who she was. Holding herself tightly she tried to continue. "Well what did this to me was a raid. One starry night just before the fall equinox a group of shifting shrouds attacked starting taking people, we'd heard of the attacks but we never saw proof so we didn't believe, that ignorance is what took me and many of my people, stealing the future of so many young children."
She took a breath, the bright glare of the afternoon's sun basking in her raven black hair. She would start to braid it back, it's how she used to wear it, given her hair was much shorter back then. She rested her learning figure against a lone tree, others loitering in distance. Her two years in captivity were draining, the experiments that others were forced to go through churned her stomach. Her right arm clenching her stomach. With her gaze lifting back towards the Asura the tribe's woman would continue her explanation to Sessho.
Her voice continuing it's rythm darkness now underlined her words "They kept me in a cage, they tested on how flexible my body was, how I could control it upon seeing my capabilities. With others, I saw them flay their flesh, change them, alter their bodies. They were trying to make something, aiming for some sick and twisted goal." Her voice broke, she had to continue. "I-I I saw them kill my friends, some fully, others seemed to completely lose who they were. Making them into beasts with the heads of dogs or limbs armored with scales. They became monsters in who they were, losing their minds!" Her words started to flow with a passion, tears forming from earthen gaze, slowly streaming. She had to try to slow herself, but it was difficult as the memories realized to her. She saw her friends lose their image, with looks of lions and snarls of crocodiles, the sneaky snips of snakes, with minds lost to the ravages of physical and mental warping.
"It's not like seeing you lose your home, it's watching everything you hold onto change before you, as they couldn't even hold onto who they were. I barely made it out." Her voice dripping with melancholy, yet raging forth as the damn within her mind broke from the flood of sentiment. "I'd lost everything, soon they were gonna change me, my mind was already fleeting. I had to get out, so I used my hair to form an armor during a transfer, they kept me in a camp near the mountains, I escaped but I found myself in Kou quickly, with troops picking me." She couldn't share every detail, there was still so much pain that gripped her.
The pain couldn't be forgotten, it could be dealt with, however. She wanted revenge, she wanted to free her friends if they lived, to fix their misery. Her woes raged, a crashing seastorm of lamentation. She wasn't sure how to ask for help, or if she could. She didn't want to put him in danger, they had a lot of trouble with them already. "I'm not sure if we're strong enough honestly, and I don't want to risk it, but when we're ready, when you've punched enough people, could you help me land one punch for my people?" She tried to ask kindly, her pale face looking up at the tower of man that her friend was.
"Don't think about it, gh, too much." She tried to play it off but her thoughts and words stuttered as pain reverberated through her skull. It was a lot to remember ones whole life.
