Hanako was only a shadow of her former self, not in the powers she possessed, but in her activity as a goddess. Her shrine and temple had gone unkempt for many years, as the number of visitors had reached nearly nonexistence numbers. There was still, on very rare occasions, a worshiper that went out of their way to visit her shrine, but it was a rare oddity. The lady god had long since began assimilating into the world of mundane creatures, to the point where she could blend in flawlessly among humans and other oddities that also blended in. Wandering the streets and frequenting places these other beings lingered and resided, she was able to continue her work by granting the occasional prayer, as well as gather the energy she needed from unwitting parties. She was an attractive women, so it was not all that difficult to find temporarily intimate partners to keep herself alive and well. She spent many days away from her shrine in recent years. That was, until one evening, she had returned to a temple that wasn't entirely in a state of overgrown destitution.
From that point on, unseen and unheard, she watched as the same women came and went. Hanako kept telling herself that this woman would not continue to return as she did, but she kept proving her to be wrong. She tended to the gardens, she swept the floors, she even left her offerings, something Hanako had not received in such a long time. The shrine, while not as marvelous as it was in its prime, was not longer unlivable. It did not seem entirely uninhabited any longer. Observing her, Hanako's curiosity developed into a likeness for her, and came to consider her one of her peoples, someone which Hanako would intentionally look after.
Unbeknownst to Zya, the lady god watched in silence as she went about her day, only appearing in visible human form once the woman had already dismissed herself for the evening and left the grounds. Gingerly taking the necklace that had been left as an offering, Hanako looked it over as she held it in her hands. The woman had never left her such a thing before and she could not help but feel it held some significance. With great care, she placed it around her own neck, adorning herself with it, so that it would not go to waste.
It was in this moment, as it fell into place, that she sensed a horrible wickedness not far off. Her attention was immediately drawn in its direction, turning her head toward where she sensed it. Her eyes narrowed, but she nearly dismissed it. And she would have, were it not for the faint and familiar muted scream that she heard in spite of being so far off now. That voice belonged to that woman. There was no doubt. Hanako had been aware of it simply because it was her.
Her visible human form vanished, and the lady god reappeared outside, free of the confining walls of the shrine, and no longer human. She had resorted to a massive wolfish form, one which moved even faster than her more feeble human appearance. She took off in a rush into the sky, gracefully bounding through the air, seemingly running, although there was nothing there.
No one could touch that woman and get away with it. Hanako would not let that happen.