SaiyukiSaiyuki watched from the cliff. Below her the Ice dragon stirred and began the 24 hour long process of waking up. Good. He should be able to talk to her soon. Saiyuki's spiky, brown, lightning-streaked hair rustled in the cold breeze.She turned to leave. Saiyuki walked a few paces before a powerful jump brought her into the air. The ice wings of the Mixed girl unfurled. They began to carry her to the heavens where she would then travel to her home on earth. Finally the War of the Repressed would be underway. Damn the Pure for their vanity. Damn their self rightiousness. Damn their pride. Damn them for thinking they were the only good things about this universe. Damn their narrow minds. Damn them. Damn everything about them. Just thinking about them made Saiyuki mad. She clenched her fist and her brow furrowed. She growled. One day. One day she, along with her allies, would show them. One day the Pure would realize their mistake. But by then, it would be to late to repent. Yes. This war would end the repression of the Mixed and set everything right again. Saiyuki smiled and continued on her way home.
