Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180326005238

Tirush only vaguely hears the conversation as she comes down off of her berserker high. Her North gives way to her South, the introspection of her mind taking over from primal, reactive feeling. Her heart slows, her muscles relax, her fingers unclench.

Her breathing evens out as she concentrates. She begins to look around, now with a different set of eyes. They begin to well.

Families, strewn about, cut down as they held each other. Even here, in the horror of the end, their love kept them together.

Tirush is, in all things, a Mamono, and now it bears itself. Great tears, clear streaks through the grime, run down her face as her love of humans takes hold of her heart. She avoids looking at the children, lest she openly mourn here and now, and lose sight of her task.

She only steps away, trying to breathe evenly and focus. She sniffs and exhales slowly through her mouth, reaching up to wipe her eyes with the knuckle of a relatively clean finger.