amaterasu
Kumatora got off the ground from Falconmill and growled, remembering what Wyman had done. A few people had stopped to see if she was okay, but she ignored them. Muttering to herself, she walked towards Zora Sanctuary and found a secluded "corner" to wash off in.
When she'd gotten the blood off her chest, she sat back and looked around. This general corner was a little dark, as was herself.
She decided to set up a sort of camp. She put all of her stuff in one corner, covering it with a lot of rocks. The Zora generally stayed away from the "camp" and didn't bother Kumatora. Smiling, she grabbed a stick and a knife from her quiver, starting to carve more arrows.
When she found Wyman, he was going to get an earful.
Kumatora got off the ground from Falconmill and growled, remembering what Wyman had done. A few people had stopped to see if she was okay, but she ignored them. Muttering to herself, she walked towards Zora Sanctuary and found a secluded "corner" to wash off in.
When she'd gotten the blood off her chest, she sat back and looked around. This general corner was a little dark, as was herself.
She decided to set up a sort of camp. She put all of her stuff in one corner, covering it with a lot of rocks. The Zora generally stayed away from the "camp" and didn't bother Kumatora. Smiling, she grabbed a stick and a knife from her quiver, starting to carve more arrows.
When she found Wyman, he was going to get an earful.

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