TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — (post capture in the exiles)
She was standing outside of the temple, Her gaze was flickering around the territory, eye narrowed. Though she was back and The Cartel was strong, territory equipped with all-new defenses, she still expected an Exilers or Westerosi to pop out of a corner at any moment. She felt her body shiver as she recalled what had happened to her while she was in The Exiles (which her role player wouldn't go into detail because it was all still a surprise), all of the blood that had been shed - mostly hers, mind you. The feelings were still thriving inside of her, heart racing and fear picking up when she was alone in her room and something as little as a shadow appeared at in her peripheral vision. She had been getting better, jumping at less and less things, but she was still traumatized - she would be forever.
The Caera that had come back was different, though. As soon as the child was alright to lead a meeting you could tell. Her gaze was harder, words hiding steel daggers behind them. Her claws were sharper, cutting more flesh in a single meeting than she had in her entire time as leader before she was captured. She was merciless, cold, she just... Wasn't a child anymore. She had learned that the only way to get anywhere in this world was to pile the bodies of others under you. It had been a tough lesson for her, but now she knew how the world really worked. She knew why everyone was so eager for blood, why they would strike whenever they had the chance; and that was the reason she was standing outside, watching the territory. She wouldn't let anyone get the upper hand on her again.