* Happy New Year Woo!!!
[HAWI]
Standing at the gates of Sicario, Hawi watched as her warriors roughly breached.
This was the one place she had always considered home and her safest place, before tragedy struck. It was meant to be the best of places, the one place that gave her solace and made her feel like there was no problem with being different.
She had fought wars for this home and yet now here she was, standing at the gates of that very home, with an army of eighteen thousand who wanted blood and on her behest.
It would be the blood of a people she once considered family and the blood of the very people who had cast her aside without a second thought.
Maybe she was bitter. Maybe that's why she had come to this point instead of trying to work things out with the elders. Maybe she was too broken to see for herself what was good and what was bad.
And maybe, just maybe she didn't see the painting holding on anymore.
These people had taken out her entire family for different reasons and none of that made it any more comforting, perhaps that's why she stood on the side as she let the angry warriors who had followed her, to ruthlessly slice through the unexpecting Sicario warriors.
It was a beautiful sight yet at the same time, it broke Hawi's heart. The past few years had been hectic for her, but she hadn't imagined that she would come home to burn them all like this.
Granted, she wanted revenge, but she had hoped that maybe, just maybe as she explained her vengeance, someone would step forward and take credit for her pain, and then she would deal with one person. But that didn't happen.
Instead, she had heard the endless rumors about the house Sicario. The one house that had given this pack its lie. She had heard the worst of the worst from the rumors and finally, that hit had fucked her up even more.
Maybe that was enough to explain her passive state at the moment, but would it also explain the fact that she had two swords sheathed on her back, a gun in one hand and another sword in the other?
She had made sure the poison was so concentrated that it wouldn't even give the attacked a chance to breathe their last. They wouldn't be able to make coherent sentences with that.
Oh but Hawi had planned this for long and right now, she would let it all out.
"For the Sicario household!!!" the broken alpha shouted and her warriors responded with excitement, even though their swords were already covered in the blood of the people they had attacked. It was a beautiful sight, a sight that got Hawi smiling ear to ear.
"For Luna Eniola!!" Hawi shouted and once again, how people cheered on, as they struck their victims like it was the simplest thing to do. She had gone bonkers but at least, this time, no one would be shunning her.
If it was magic, she had the magic of the old times, given she was the white wolf. She had Mbali, Adolf, and Rukiya on her side, even if Malika hadn't arrived yet.
Malika had been on a date with Jer, doing what she had been assigned. And it was just a matter of time before she came back. But Hawi wasn't worried. They all had their duties and they would attend to them at that moment.
"This is for my family," Hawi said to everyone whose head she chopped off, or sank her twin swords in. It was like a new mantra for her, reminding everyone that they were dying because of their disloyalty to the House Sicario.
It was one thing to distrust Awuor Hawi, but it was another to sit in silence as her brother and father were murdered. It just wasn't fair and Hawi would make sure they never forgot that even when they reached the afterlife.
"Goddess, it's been a while since I felt blood on my hands, and goodness, I'm loving it," Mbali said happily as she finally got to Hawi.
Mbali had gotten in with the warriors alongside the Greyson leaders and the endless warriors. It was perfect, more than they had imagined and the smile on Mbali's face was proof of it all.
"I'm glad you love it,'' Hawi said as she blocked a sword from one of the Sicario warriors, before dragging the man with her magic and thrusting her swords into him, instantly killing him.
"When is Malika coming?" Mbali asked, loving the way the wolves were dancing to their tunes.
"Soon. Go on, spare no one. I don't care if you have to take out the kids too."