[ooc: PLOT POST IS HERE! Read it!]

He stalked through the hallways like a shadow, moving too quickly for anyone to keep a bead on him for long. There almost seemed to be a purpose in his movement as he made his way through the dark corridors of the ship, though it was impossible to tell where he was headed. Perhaps the young man whose body had been hijacked was exerting some kind of control, or perhaps Veronica was doing the driving.

Whatever the case, the Tyrant made his way to the City.

He emerged from the tunnels and into the wide open space, at last free of the cramped hallway. He took a few steps into the streets and sniffed the air, smelling human blood. He roared, a horrible and twisted noise, then headed into the streets.

She demanded they all bow to her. They were little more than prey for the Queen in the grand scale of things. These thoughts rang hollow in a primal mind, though, but he knew what he had to do.

They would all die.

Daja didn't know how long she'd been gone. It had felt like she'd been trapped in those mazes forever, never finding the way out. Never knowing what trick would be thrown at her next. Sometimes she'd wondered if she'd ever get back to the ship.

And she still didn't understand why she was expected to want cake so much.

But now she was back, and the relief she felt was palpable. It wasn't home - never really home, not without Sandry and Tris and Briar - but it was familiar. She clung to her staff like it was her lifeline and she walked through the hallways, making her way towards the City and her forge.

[[ooc: Okay, so feel free to run into Daja anywhere from the hallways to the city - just put where you want to set the scene in the subject line so I know. She's only going to be meeting Nehaalista at the forge though, so please don't set your thread at the forge itself! (Well. Unless you're Nehaa, that is :P)]]

Luis owed him big for this.

Kang had had very little experience dealing with human children before, and all but one of those times had involved him and/or his regiment killing them, during the war. And Sherry, he knew, was frightened of him; he couldn't really blame her for that. He knew how intimidating he looked to other races.

Hopefully this wouldn't be as awkward as he was expecting. He had his sword and his battle-axe on him, just in case, as he moved through the City, paying close attention to his surroundings. As he got closer to where Sherry had said she'd be, he put said battle-axe back in the harness between his wings so as to not alarm her, "Sherry? It's Kang."