Ristina leaped from mekoa's arms as they reached the peak of the deaths. What lied at the end of the trail was the worst thing she had ever seen. Bodies lie twisted and cut, slashed, and some looked as if they were lit on fire. An entire village killed. No rather massacered.<br/>She wanted to change, to transform just to make herself feel a little safer. This wasn't the work of a massive killer, but rather a genius who knew they were comeing. She could tell because of the symbol that was carved into someone's skull. It was the same crest that she had carved under her right wrist. She wasn't quite sure what the symbol had meant. But knew that this was definately planned because the symbol was not common.<br/>In reaction to this realization she transformed. Although, she transformed and was naked she didn't really care. "Mekoa do you know what that symbol means?" She asked as her hands delved  into the bag that had her clothes in it.<br/>The smell may not have been as strong but it was still there. And she felt as if the thing that had done this may have still been around. If this was planned then it was a trap. And if it was a trap there should have been someone here. Her status as a princess was enough to make her hold her head a little higher and act nonchalant. A princess was taught to handle death with a grin and a feeling of remorse. Not fear. Therefore, she could not show her fear.<br/>However, this was a massacure of her people she was sure. This land still belonged to her father striker. That meant she had every right to keep a straight face. The enemy needed to know that she knew he was wacthing. At least she hoped he or she  was still here.