[Chamaros]

Chamaros had returned from the battlefield her kimono covered in blood. She walked over to her General's tent and left a short note, "Anonimar has been slain."

Even if this wasn't true, since Fenrir had saved Anonimar, Chamaros was still victorious. She wasn't satisfied with just this though, she needed more.

Chamaros walked into a solemn tent she had long forgotten. "Have I really been trapped as a male for so long? I run this show and he trashes my room, filthy slob." She walked about the tent trying to tidy up a few things.

She quickly put a seal over the entrance to her tent to keep from others walking in. Chamaros changed out of her blood soaked kimono amongst the light of a giant candle. She liked this 'free' feeling when she changed and liked to do it often.

When she was satisfied in clean clothing, she released the seal and looked around the tent for something dear to her. A picture she held close to her, because of the age of the photo, you could barely tell if the person in it was a male, female, or Chamaros herself.

Her soft eyes glistened against the light of the candle as she looked at the photo and thought to herself, "Why... why such a feeling as this placed upon a girl like me? Such a shame..."

Chamaros sat back in a relaxed state, she deserved this, today she was victorious.