Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]

[Winding hills for miles, as long as the eyes could see. Green pastures and farms spread for eons. It was out in the country, the rural area, simple places for simple lives. It was a place one could get away from the world, one could hide. The sun over in these lands felt different, it's warm glow spread across these lands, the radiance soaked in by the green. Villages scarcely marked such lands, being few and far between as farmers carried their agriculture for trade. This was the the rural lands of of Spain]

It had been months. It had been months since she left Arianda's side, months since she decided to omit several potential relationships. How she had changed, how she become something darker. Looking back a year ago, the comparison. It was frightening. Ashlei, Inami, Henrex... With each one of them, she had experienced their own kind of despair, a chapter in her story expiring as her dreams were broken, fading into obscurity as another offer expired on the ground. Even Arianda, as much as she did care, she could no longer be by her side. In the long run, Ceal would eventually get too much for her to handle, Ceal's constant and increasing fits of madness took a toll on the light-hearted demon. That much was obvious, and that much... forced Ceal away. She had to detach from it, she had to. There wasn't a choice anymore theer wasn't a choice and Ceal had to tie up that mess before it got out of hand. She probably wouldn't understand, but it didn't matter anymore.

The girl was losing it. Every day she could feel it. The instability in her mind. The slow brewing insanity coming from Ate was increasing. Ever since he revealed himself to her during her adventure with Henrex, it had been more aggressive in it's torment. He would actively possess her in certain times, causing her to blank out, only for her to awaken to a bloody mess. She just felt so angry anymore, keeping up a constant flow of anger to keep her tender feelings from bleeding out. Just like Ashlei said, she was bleeding, metaphorically, all over the place. Her emotions were dying, changing, warping. Though she felt in her right mind most of the time, there were days, moments, where she would feel that slip. Her perspectives were changing. Sometimes, she couldn't tell what was right, what was wrong. What was happy or sad. She would lose entire weeks of memory as she frolicked in the pastures of insanity, unable to pull herself from the illusion of madness.

She felt her time in her right mind was limited. She kept using her Eris seal, she kept using it and using it, the influence it had over her kept growing and growing, becoming more accustomed to her body. It's corruption spread so deep that by this point, there was probably no return for her. She would be broken by it's influence. How the pieces fell, well... that was the real question, wasn't it? As the girl thought this, she tried to think of how things could have been different, she thought of many things that happened, that could have happened, that should have happened. It was then that her mind drifted towards the one in question she was currently searching for. No, perhaps hunting was a better word.

--Mirja. Mirja Eeola, the wolf of vasttime.--

Just the thought of it caused her so much pain, so much anger, anguish. Instantly all of the times she spent with her, the short bits of time they had together that always felt like something meant for a different world, a different time line where shit wasn't stupid. Even as Ceal walked the trail up a set of hills, several farm house dotting the roadway she was seething. It was visible to anyone with a mild eye for spiritual power, but an aura of red and black teemed from her body. It was something she did more these days, channeling hateful energies around her during moments of heavily negative thoughts. It kept her motivated, it kept her mind clear. Clear of the voices, of Ate, or stupid sentimental memories, of stupid naive thoughts like the ones that got Ceal on this donward spiral straight unto hell itself. She was tainted before she was ever a woman. A corrupted child, never knowing the normal life of the world, unable to interact with the other kids. This was her fate, it was her consequence. That's right, with choices come consequences. She was paying for her blunder.

Back then, months ago when Madam Tsu met with her in the Sauna, telling her that Mirja was gone without a trace, probably killed, evaporated, escaped with just her life. When that imposing woman told her that. When Ceal heard those words it was the same thing, it was the same thing all over again. Just like before, just like every, single, time before. It felt like everyone who was involved with her life ended up in a shitty fate. Her family, her friends, Mirja.. She didn't know how much longer it would take Karma to destroy Ari too, or Henrex. That is why she had to leave. She had to leave them all behind for this, didn't she?! She brought disaster upon the people around her, forever cursed by Ate's heinous magic. People around her eventually fall, destroying themselves or being destroyed by others. Mirja... she went to Mongolia alone, to meet with a demon some say.

A demon huh? I wonder... She thought to herself, running her hand over the skin around her torso, reddish-black tattoo expanding out from the Eris mark. It was no doubt planted there by Inami, the queen of Chaya Nation, and the harbinger of Anarchy. She did... “something” to Ceal, something that was irreversable, irreplaceable. Thinking about it, Ceal realized she wasn't entirely too sure what this would do, but she could only assume it was something definitively bad for Ceal, bad for her already dwindling mental capacity for sanity.

Ceal went to Mongolia too, just the other day. Once she left Arianda behind, Mirja was the only lose end. She had to know for sure if she died. Without any proof, Ceal kept feeling hopeful she might return, desperate for it even. She felt if there was one person in this world that could control the wild monster inside of her, it was that woman. Ceal firmly believed that if she had gotten too out of hand within the demon ranks, she would eventually be destroyed by them. They are strict when it comes to failures, showing no mercy to those who can't hold themselves together among the turmoil of madness. What she learned in Mongolia was disconcerting, to say the least. There was no conclusive knowledge to be found there, however, she marched from one country to the next, finding clues, snippets, prints, anything that she could possibly examine to find her. In Mongolia there was no grave, there was no body. That could only mean she was alive, she was alive and she never returned. She abandoned Ceal, again.

All of that talk of forever, of possession, of obsession. Where did it all go? Were they lies? Silly stupid words made up in the heat of the moment? Ceal didn't mind being used, she didn't mind being abused. Hell, she didn't even care to be discarded, but not by her. Ceal wanted just one, just one person she could rely on. To lean on and cry on, to protect and be protected. She was desperate for that feeling, so much so that no matter how badly Mirja could hurt her, to make her feel unwanted or abandoned she would want to come back, to hopefully get her to see how much she cared. How much she loved, her! She didn't care if she didn't live her life for herself! She knew it was wrong, she knew it was stupid and even though Mirja said it over and over again, she was stubborn to the point that Mirja finally caved, at least Ceal thought she did. The girl was a knight without a king, a servant without a master, a samurai without a code. There were so many things. This is just who she was, who she always was! She has scoured all of the Eurasian continent to find her, just to tell her those words, to confess to her again, to ask her why? To demand the answer, to hear it from her mouth, as she choked the life from it. As the influence of Ate masked over her, so too did her thoughts become relentless, love became hate, desire became obsession, longing became bloodlust. She was hungry for the life of that wolf, to be the one who brought it's end, and she didn't even know why. She wanted to love her and be by her side, but she also wanted to impale her heart so she would never leave again. To always stay by her. To shackle her lifeless body down,

It was then that she heard it, a scream of anger that echoed across the hills. Just as the seething aura around Ceal grew to it's peak, finally starting to rise to a point where her negative thoughts were reaching a climaxing point. There was no mistaking that voice, there was no way she misheard either. From the roadside, she looked up, a top a hill not but a stone's throw away she could see her. Her silver hair, her tail, a hat only she would wear. There was no mistaking it. There was no escaping it. There was no escaping her.

”.....ATEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Screaming out the name of the primordial spirit of Ruin, Ceal's vocal cords could almost feel like they were snapping from the force of the scream. Mirja would hear it, she would hear it and she would flood with fear. It was the scream of pain, of angiush, of hate With that scream, Ceal's soul energy exploded with intense force, creating a spiritual pressure unlike anything she had ever unleashed before, fueled by her emotion, fueled by her desire, her hunger, her pain. The blue hue quickly turned red as Ceal went above and past her normal energy, clearly mixing the energy from the Eris mark with her own, causing something she'd only used one before. Once ever, and even then, she couldn't control it. She probably wouldn't be able to control it now, Ate having the reigns to this form.

This was Chasm Revival.

The hood she wore changed from a red to an olive green, her hair shortened as Ate's influence affected her appearance, her clothing ripped and disintegrated as it was replaced with the spiritual armor of the Revival form. Her gentle, green eyes turned yellow, tinged with red on the outsides as if blood were seeping into them. Ceal's aura roared out with killing intent, it screamed for murder, for justice, for vengeance, for anything that it could be called to slay the wolf she had finally found.

She was faster in this form, marginally so, but still faster. With but a tap of her foot, she was closing the distance between her and Mirja. From their position, Mirja was facing her, and if Ceal was able to grab her, or push her in any way, she would be pressed against the wall of the house she could only imagine was her “new home” in this gods forsaken backwater of a location. Once within effective range, (about 20meters) Ceal unleashed 3 spear-tipped chains from a portal created from behind her, originating from her back. These spears aggressively sought out Mirja and would attempt to impale her to the house. Ceal didn't even stop to think that she was in a wheelchair, she didn't even care to wonder why, all she could see in front of her was the person she loved so dearly.