Xina was having a hard time focusing now; all the death and blood that surrounded her was distracting. The roan mare felt like she couldn’t breathe with it clogging her nose and filling her lungs, but it was Dia’s cold and harsh voice that suddenly made everything come jarring to a halt and when Xina looked back at the pale woman she no longer saw blood. Instead it had washed away along with the smell and everything was at it should be and the only strong scent she could smell was men and rotting vegetation.


“Sahin is gone, he has abandoned us. Death has found its way to Paradise and it is no longer safe for Sokka to stay there. You need to take him away from that cursed place, Dia. He still waits for you and his father to return.” She said, her words finally making sense. Her tone was lower, quieter but the crazed look had not left her eyes. It was something was would stay there for a long time if not forever. “Only Conquistador resides there now and even he will drift soon.”


Part of the herd….. part of the family.


But there was no herd or family. Not anymore.