After her last freak out, the last time she had lost control on a full moon. May had been close, a chance to find friends, maybe make some connection amongst poor circumstances. She had been weak then, too weak to protect herself, too feeble to have control. If she was really going to acquire power, real power then she would also need to acquire control. The first step in that journey would be taming the beast inside of her. For days, weeks May would need to prepare for the next full moon. Finding the beast within, finding that connection to her Saiyan heritage was the only thing she could do till then. She never had practice meditating, or getting in touch with her inner self but it was just about time.

She was lucky enough to have a place of solitude, a place to think. The new home she was building in the desert of the western continent was going to be a retreat. A place for herself, that was a place she could peace, and hopefully find some sense of meaning within her tangled head. She even wore weighted armor, she was going to be tempering her mind and body both in preparation. It was good motivation having a beautiful view for motivation. Staring into the horizon atop her mountain home the hybrid stretched into position. She balanced on one foot, moving her tail about. The weights were enough to weaken the recent gains she had acquired but that was fine. The only way to get stronger was to admit how weak she is. The beast inside overcame Maycair because of that very meek nature.

Feeling the weight of the world, of herself May would begin to search. Diving deep within herself, swimming past the trauma, the fear that motivated it all she dug further, clawing through every painful memory. The real meat, the real thing it all fed, the very first emotion that was truly her own. There wasn’t a feeling, an action that was real. Everything she did was dictated by mommy and daddy, to be their weapon. It was her first friend, the first abuser she came to notice, that showed her anger. Anger for the situation she was in, that should have been the first sign that something was wrong. He didn’t start off bad but still, that wrath rooted into her very core.

Inside the storm that was this truth, this realization took shape. An ape, roaring at her, a demon cackling. It was rooted in both parts of who she was. An identity so rooted in fury would be hard to accept, but did that really decide who she was. The power she wished for, that tapped into her core, could it be used for good? That was subjective anyways was she right to be the won who decided it. It caused a lack of focus, of concentration. As her will snapped back reality would come back into site as shed started to wobble. “Shi-“ THUD! She crashed, almost teetering over the edge she threw herself back. Gaining control of her inner thoughts would be harder than that. This fight was far from over, it didn’t matter if it could cured, it just had to be put in check. May had to rein herself into control.

It didn’t matter if it took every night till, if she tipped over and fell. “No more running, no more hiding from who I am. I am more than my parts, I am something new.” May would say, peeping herself up. Every fear, every doubt was true. More than just a poison of the mind May had struggled everyday. It had been more than a fight accepting that her feelings were not herself. It was hard for her to hold her body, her thoughts in control without getting flustered. Who know balance was harder than just being still? Was there a balance? Could two raging beasts work together, two violent natures? Fighting fire with fire could only extinguish ones self. No they needed to guided, the passion needed to be directed not snuffed. They’re was no fighting it. Nay that was why it was so hard for her to wrestle control. Maycair had to learn to correctly guide it, to wield it with the pride saiyan often yammered about. The vehemence that’s demons carried with such audacity. May was audacious, she was proud, of who she could be,

With that thought, with the direction she found the path. It was to center her anger, focus why she needed, who she needed it for. It was born from the misguidance, the misgiving of things not understood. It was that lashing, protective inner id that did what it could to protect. It wasn’t always right, but it could be used. It would be of great use upon the faithful day.

She wrested, atop her new home, covered and protected pen the chance she raged. Precautions were good to take, but for the first time May was confident. She was certain, she was brave enough to even attempt a social mixer. That confidence was good, still she slept in during the day, only a couple hours before sunset. As much as she would miss the sky’s painted face at bed time, it would be better to awake as soon as the moon rose. It was the prime condition for the state of shock. She had dreams, of the times she had raged before. May would see the faces of those she killed, if this beast wanted to kill it would kill those she wished. It was the only way to honor, to correct those mistakes.

May didn’t use any covers, her weighted clothes were enough. When she awoke, the world was in a haze, night had fallen for sure the faint glow kissing her face. She didn’t need to look up to know, the moon was fully uncovered, waiting for her. Maycair would stare into the glossy moonstone, the pulse, the pulsating urge shaking her body. It began to bend and break, but this time the fire that began to fuel her, she thought of the mother, that she wished to find, to confront. “I WILL CRUSSSSH YOUUU!” May roared a mighty roar, spewed with venom and spit. The power, she felt it pulsate, rather than hide her away. This was Maycair’s, this was her might not that of her fear. It was her destiny to control. She could see her great hands, the mighty tail she had greater than before. Now she was a monster, but one of her own making.

WC: 1,102
Training Oozaru Mastery
Wearing Heavy weights 50%- Power level 50%+ gains
Power Level: 14,688 Halved = 7,344