<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside --> Ares Cabin<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 23rd, evening (a while after the fight).<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ezra<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black leather pants, flat heeled boots, Amazon armor (celestial bronze belt, circlet, and arm cuff), gauntlet of small throwing knives, and plain old camp sword at her side<hr/>Zahara had learned quite early on that the path she walked was not the same as other children of Ares. That<em>she</em>was not the same as other children of Ares. Born to a race of women often blessed by the gods of war (not only Ares and not even only the Greek, though parts of these memories had been obscured by the Mist) the expectation was that even though she had ventured off to the world of man she would endeavor to become a warrior of worth and one day take her place beside Hylla. Pure rage and chaos could not be her driving forces for they were the plight of men and Zahara needed to be beyond that. Still, some days it was hard not to be swept up in the torrent of emotion stirred by her brothers and sisters, which was why as much as she did her best to help level them out and teach control, she also needed time away. Sometimes she just needed to breathe.<br/><br/>It was just her poor luck that she happened to choose this night to join the patrol as an extra body. By some trick of the wind, Zahara heard not a single strike of metal on metal. Such sounds usually carried to her ears as if drawn their magnetically but in this instance she was only aware of the odd silence that had seemed to descend upon the grounds surrounding the camp. Not a single creature stirred, nor did the winds as gods sent down their blessings to the clashing warriors. It was eerie from this side of things and the sudden change had those on duty going alert. Even Timmy, who was always ever so optimistic, seemed to notice the difference and had gone quiet. This far out they did not catch the rumble of the Earth or the smell of the fires of the Underworld but rather, it was their relief that finally brought news to the trio at the gates.<br/><br/>"Zii? You're down here?" The Amazon looked to the camper, a question written in her features as she watched the younger girl fidget nervously. "I thought you'd be up at your cabin given the fight--"<br/><br/>The mention of her cabin and the word fight seemed to pop the bubble that had been insulating her from all the signs. She hardly heard what else the girl said as the dark, musky, half-burnt smell of conflict drifted to her nose and jolted her feet into action.<br/><br/>Kicking hard, Zii sped across the camp grounds, moving nearly as fast as the Hunters of Artemis. Her dark hair streamed out behind her but with only the moon overhead for illumination she was hardly more than a shadow streaking toward the cabins. She heard the shrieking call of the harpies stirred by her sudden movements but they hardly worried her now. Not when when she could smell fresh earth mingled with the distinct odor of battle, though the scents were already fading. Something else tickled at her senses but she couldn't get past scents that called to her, that beckoned her close to the gaping wound left in Gaia's face. Stopping there she knelt beside the split in the ground and inhaled deeply, a crimson glow flashing over her eyes and fading away as she tried to sort out what had gone on. She couldn't quite get a read on the battle itself, but one thing became instantly clear the moment her fingertips touched the soil: Ezra had done this.<br/><br/>It was useless to bother searching for more when she could go straight to the source. Something serious had to have gone down for such a potent display and Zii needed to hear it from him. At the very least she needed to know that he was okay. She could still feel the remnants of rage and conflict, even now when campers were within their cabins she could feel it calling out to her. With just a nudge she could turn anger and resentment into a fight and draw from it... but she didn't. Instead she clamped down hard on the urge and shut out any all thought besides checking on her own cabin mates and Ezra.<br/><br/>Zahara reached the cabin just as the harpies swooped for her, stepping inside while they drew up short to avoid any traps set by the children of Ares. She didn't even glance back. Instead her eyes turned to the various faces that glanced her way as well as the wall of accusatory anger that slammed into her like a ton of bricks.<em>You could have stopped this if you'd been here...</em><br/><br/>She swallowed hard, not having an answer for the looks that cut through the dim lighting and after a few moments most of the faces turned back to those they were quietly murmuring to or just shut altogether in an attempt to go to sleep. Still, even without the harsh glares, Zii could feel it all. Had she been like the rest of them she might have lashed out, if only to deflect the blame, but instead she simply set her shoulders and headed toward Ezra. The rest of her half siblings seemed to be without injury (at least fresh ones anyway), though she noted that Malcolm was missing from his bunk. She had no idea what she'd find once she reached their counselor but given what she'd seen outside and her cabin mates' current feelings, she wasn't anticipating anything good.