[Fear has always been something Shayera has kept buried down deep, to ensure it would never show. It's not something she likes to let out, much less around people she knows. But here, the walls she worked so hard to keep up, to keep her fear in check and out of sight, have come crumbling down. Her darkest fears made real, for her to experience, to witness, not just think about.
There's a crushing sense all around, as though something is try to push down on people, to make them unable to stand. Every time Shayera tries to stand, the pressure becomes to much, and she's forced to stay seated on the ground. Her face is blank, eyes hollow and glazed over, as though there are no emotions other than sadness within her. It wouldn't be too terrible for her, if she wasn't locked in a cage. There was no key, no lock, no way out of it. Just Shayera with tattered and unkempt wings, the cage, and a sign in front with the words "FILTHY HAWK" on display. She's been put on display, branded as a traitor, made to mock everything she's tried to fix in the past. Curses are shouted out, objects are thrown, glares like piercing daggers on her heart are given to her. Familiar Thanagarian figures are nearby, Paran, Kro, Kragger. All of whom say "this what a traitor like you deserves, to be a disgrace", and soon they fade out. The founding members of the League replace them, looking down as her as though she's beneath them. A They turn their backs on her, walking away, as they recite her punishment.
Exile from Earth.
The cage is lifted, hurled into space, the endless abyss of nothingness. Of loneliness. There is no place for her now, no friends, no family, no home. Just a bird in a cage, unable to do anything as her life goes on.
Her fighting spirit is broken. Her will to live is gone. Shayera Hol is nothing.]
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There's a crushing sense all around, as though something is try to push down on people, to make them unable to stand. Every time Shayera tries to stand, the pressure becomes to much, and she's forced to stay seated on the ground. Her face is blank, eyes hollow and glazed over, as though there are no emotions other than sadness within her. It wouldn't be too terrible for her, if she wasn't locked in a cage. There was no key, no lock, no way out of it. Just Shayera with tattered and unkempt wings, the cage, and a sign in front with the words "FILTHY HAWK" on display. She's been put on display, branded as a traitor, made to mock everything she's tried to fix in the past. Curses are shouted out, objects are thrown, glares like piercing daggers on her heart are given to her. Familiar Thanagarian figures are nearby, Paran, Kro, Kragger. All of whom say "this what a traitor like you deserves, to be a disgrace", and soon they fade out. The founding members of the League replace them, looking down as her as though she's beneath them. A They turn their backs on her, walking away, as they recite her punishment.
Exile from Earth.
The cage is lifted, hurled into space, the endless abyss of nothingness. Of loneliness. There is no place for her now, no friends, no family, no home. Just a bird in a cage, unable to do anything as her life goes on.
Her fighting spirit is broken. Her will to live is gone. Shayera Hol is nothing.]