#letsagooooo

Healing the healer’s hand

It had been naught but a week, and Yeskiv had decided that she hated this world. It was everything she avoided in a planet, whenever she deigned to leave the comforts of artifically convenient void dwellings. Terribly humid and hot, nothing like the dry plains and craggy mountain ranges she preferred to venture; so far from her own preferences, she had almost forgotten the last time she'd set foot in a jungle (she hadn't, she did not forget anything, but the point of it remained).

But there was no tree nor shrubbery that would have her forgo the satiation of her desire for revenge. Vengeance itself was a core tenant of Clan Yukariksias, which she embodied from the moment she had first created it.  She would be damned if she did not bother to punish this vermin, too — not that she did not already admonish herself for needing to take any revenge on the first place.

She was half-blind, and her eyes stung still. It was more disorientating this way than seeing everything in vision as clear as crystal — everything was blurry and unfocused, and Yeskiv relied more on her other senses to navigate the world. She navigated it all the way to wherever this puny kit-sized creature had gone, following her scent like the most potent tracking beast. When it led her to the underground, to a sprawling complex that could only be called a city, she almost hesitated. It was worth asking herself whether it would be worth the trouble, were she potentially caught... But stubborn tenacity reared its head first, and Yeskiv entered the maze of tunnels, the cloaking technology working to hide her from sight.

She was subtle all until she reached a wall, keeping remarkably quiet for a Zehen-Khasiik of her size, and she stopped to lean in close and listen, ears picking up noise on the other side. Here, she could smell her — she could smell the one that had wounded her vision this way. It was a walkway behind a room, not the main entrance — an important room, she would guess correctly, as she heard the pitter-patter of the incoming guard patroling nearby.

They only had a moment for their noses to twitch in suspicion before Yeskiv lifted her foot, slamming it on top of them with such immense force that the creature's innards spilled out through its maw, wrenched open in a silent scream of terror. The other, thrown aside from the blow, had little time to react before Yeskiv's tail then slammed into him, leaving him a smear of gore against the wall.

Knowing the noise would carry throughout the stone, the Kariian wasted little time before turning to the wall again. Her lips curled back into a snarl as she dove forward and straight into the stone. It gave before her weight, rock and rubble thrown in a hundred directions as Yeskiv lunged inside the 'heavily guarded' room. The dust did not even clear and her eyes did not even perceive the room she leapt inside before she was lashing out again. Her tail like a serpent or a carnivorous flower, its many maws splitting apart and swallowing one of the puny guards whole as her fist and then foot sent two more flying.

Her head tilted forward by her noses, in the dust and blood in the air, Yeskiv was able to smell and see the same silhouette of the last one she had seen before being blinded.

❝YOU — !❞