Zakiyyah was officially a Huntress.

    It had been one hour, since her promotion, one hour since she'd sold a part of her soul to the League, at the cost of an innocent kitten's life.

    She should have felt... something. Disgust, for her actions. Hatred, toward the group, towards her brother, and most of all, towards herself, for not only leaving the rest of her family in the dust, but doing something so evil just to be able to stay with Kotori. Pride, even, for managing to survive to the point of being accepted by the League, for enduring torture, and scorn, and discomfort without complaint, all for this, a chance to be called a huntress of Primal Instinct. But, she didn't. The crimson clad devil felt none of it, numbness overtaking her entire being as she wandered the League's new territory absently.

    It didn't feel real. Briefly, Zakiyyah wondered if she might be dreaming this all, and would wake in a few moments, to find her in her nest in the Regime, with Kotori but a few paces away, sleeping soundly as they waited to be awoken for a day of training. Those days were but a distant memory now, and she knew in her heart that they would never return.

    At some point, the feline ended up at the Oasis, and before long, she realized her paws were in the cool waters, that she was scrubbing her forepaws bloody against the sharp stones, as if it could rid them of the feeling of the child's blood that she couldn't help but to feel still clinging, hot, and sticky, and red, to her white gloved feet. It wasn't at all like her littermate's murders had been. There had been no reddening of her vision. No amnesia as to the events that had transpired earlier that day. The vision of her own frigid calmness, of the light leaving the creatures tiny golden eyes, of blood spilling over her paws and onto the ground beneath was forever burned into her memory.

    One way or other, she was a monster, and this was an action she could never take back.