She’s feeling bold, and perhaps a little reckless. Or is it restless? Some volatile combination of all the above. Agetta’s life, at the moment, is perfect and peaceful. She loves how life and love have both returned to her, how she’s become solid and real and begun to live again. But she wasn’t raised to be idle and it is being idle that has slowly caused her to fall apart all these long years.
She wants to fight. And since there are no wars, no causes to pledge herself to, she needs to go pick one.
Atrox is only an excuse. Just a face to put on the countless demons and nightmares that haunt her. If she wanted to, she knew she could easily forgive him for his past sins against her - a century is a long time to hold a grudge - but it gives her something to focus on. Gives her someone else to hate so that she is not just constantly hating herself.
Besides, he’s the only one she can think of who she can fight. The only one who might be as eager to blow off steam with more than words. She isn’t about to pick a fight with a random stranger, and there is no desire to spar with any of her new friends.
It’s dark when she arrives at Hyaline’s border and she releases a beam of blinding light up into the sky.
A call, a beckoning. A dare.
She shifts into the form she was in the last time they fought with more than words, the form she was in when she was ripped from the afterlife to balance his presence in the world. Midnight eyes blaze in the face of a snow leopard while her tail flicks slowly behind her.