and that's what I hate the most

Akita grinds her teeth together, listening to the frantic shouts of her sister as she washes up ashore the mortal world the way Akita did— but she has done it by choice, out of love and a dependency on her sister, Akita was cast out for her recklessness, had the doors shut in her face out of fear. They could not handle her carelessness anymore, could not allow her actions to continue, could not brush it off and pretend nothing ever happens because of her chaotic nature. Akita wished that her sister had remained in the upper world, had not sacrificed her title for her and remained the quiet, forgotten companion. Perhaps without Akita there she would have flourished and become a better known presence among the mortals, been more revered and no longer shadowed by Akita herself. But no, for she has cast aside her immortality to walk with Akita through the mortal's world.

Akita disapproves of the choice, but knows she does not control her sister's actions, furious for her selflessness as she casts aside everything she had to live with her. The fallen can hear her sister's cries through the forest, scattering flocks of birds as she weeps helplessly for Akita, delicate but deliberate steps taking her to her lost sister. Orange sweeps over the pale body and the way it shakes with each laboured breath, the glistening tears that slide down fair cheeks and drop down towards winged ankles. Her gaze stops there, a gasp escaping her lips as Akita catches the missing wings that should be there— they had been when the two resided in the world above, merely observing the mortals, not living among them.

Her brows furrow as she steps forward, listening the sounds of her sister's sorrows before clearing her throat and offering only a quiet, "Yuki." Akita stands over her grullo twin, appearing so much taller with her confident and regal posture as she addresses her despairing sister. "Yuki, collect yourself. I am here," Akita was never one for being the most comforting presence, in fact she may be the complete opposite, but she tries her best to offer her sister some shoulder to lean on when she worries too much or gets too consumed by sorrow. "Everything is okay,
I am here, Yuki." Dual wings stretch out to blanket her sister, sweeping towards the delicate frame in a gesture of protection, despite Akita's frustration towards the actions of her sister. She will address it later, when she is not in shambles in the middle of a foreign mortal world. "You are safe." The fallen murmurs, fiery orange sweeping over the landscape to check for anyone else, wondering what sort of mortals reside within this land's borders.

Akita has witnessed mortals live as recklessly as she, warring over territory and their gods, the same gods Akita pursued, the same gods who Akita served loyally— she watched mortals suffer great massacres and epidemics, plagues that cleared entire populations, miracle rains that saved dry lands from dying at the hands of droughts, natural disasters that have devastated lands completely— she has witnessed so much in her time separated from the mortals, traversing each side of their lives, from the moment they are born into the world to the moment they pass through the veil into Death, watched their spirits exist purposelessly in the darkness of the other side. Akita was never so greatly impacted the way her sister was over the life and death of mortals, how their lives ended so easily, so quickly, or could last for great periods of time, never thought that it was sad or distressing to witness them die. She felt nothing for them, has witnessed too much to feel anything for them anymore— maybe somewhere in the beginning her heart would yearn to help them, to rescue them, be their saviour, their saint, but her strict separation prevented it. Her sister's heart has never settled, never been silenced by the years of witnessing such terrible things, always crying out for each mortal she saw in peril.

And now they were to live among them, condemned to exist among the very mortals they were never allowed to interact with, the very mortals that left a empty, hollow feeling in Akita's heart. She stands on their soil, feels her lungs taking in their air, sheltered by their flora, surrounded by their fauna, she feels vile.