[ There was some yelling, earlier. Hama did not accept the explanations gracefully. Things haven’t improved much since. But in the end she is still herself, and Hama Sun, first daughter of the Dread Mother Shayla Sun, does not back down. Not even if her hands are shaking. She’s put herself in a corner of the kitchen, a steak knife clutched in both hands.
She jumps when she notices she has witnesses. Her eyes are wide and wild, red from crying. The world around her has changed. She has been taken from her people, from the comforting embrace of the devil who said her name was Red, and even the devil’s gift running through her veins and pumping through her heart is not enough to change that. She is alone and earlier she wept at the enormity of it all.
That was earlier. She’s done with that now. She’s found a knife. Her hands tremble on it. She adjusts her grip. Holds it steadier. ]
My mother will end what you are.
[ It’s spat as a promise. ]
Fight Club
[ And while there are bounces who work to keep teenagers out when business is going down, Hama is talented at getting in places she’s not supposed to.
She can be found at the edge of the ring, leaning forward and watching with interesting. Her eyes are wide.
The enthusiasm is only slightly manufactured. ]
This is so cool! Are you gonna fight next?
Network: [Bad username or site: hama @ sun]
what happened to the books?!?!?!?! there were supposed to be books!!!!!
Hama Sun | oc
[ There was some yelling, earlier. Hama did not accept the explanations gracefully. Things haven’t improved much since. But in the end she is still herself, and Hama Sun, first daughter of the Dread Mother Shayla Sun, does not back down. Not even if her hands are shaking. She’s put herself in a corner of the kitchen, a steak knife clutched in both hands.
She jumps when she notices she has witnesses. Her eyes are wide and wild, red from crying. The world around her has changed. She has been taken from her people, from the comforting embrace of the devil who said her name was Red, and even the devil’s gift running through her veins and pumping through her heart is not enough to change that. She is alone and earlier she wept at the enormity of it all.
That was earlier. She’s done with that now. She’s found a knife. Her hands tremble on it. She adjusts her grip. Holds it steadier. ]
My mother will end what you are.
[ It’s spat as a promise. ]
Fight Club
[ And while there are bounces who work to keep teenagers out when business is going down, Hama is talented at getting in places she’s not supposed to.
She can be found at the edge of the ring, leaning forward and watching with interesting. Her eyes are wide.
The enthusiasm is only slightly manufactured. ]
This is so cool! Are you gonna fight next?
Network: [Bad username or site: hama @ sun]
what happened to the books?!?!?!?! there were supposed to be books!!!!!