08-04-2018, 03:18 PM
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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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It was going so well.
It was going so well, until they’re proudly announcing their parents’ names, proudly announcing who the leader is and she suddenly can’t breathe. Talia’s arrival is one second too late, lungs squeezed so tight she can’t get anything in. It’s not real— It’s not real.
She watched Finn disappear into the Ocean, she watched them disappear for two years— her breathing is shaky, wheezed struggling to get up, struggling to move, to back away from the eager kids. Malkyn can’t get her back legs to move the way she wants them to, fighting the rising panic in her chest and climbing in her throat.
She doesn’t want to be here anymore, she wants no part in these kids (she’s lying through her teeth). But before she can get up and leave, she's watching through Talia's eyes as Sola runs into Malphas from the swamp's underbrush, knocking him to the ground and pinning him there. She's too out of it to do anything, struggling to her feet and sidestepping into Talia in her attempt to turn around. Not that she would otherwise, Malphas was the one getting hissy about children. Perhaps she's biased, having a soft spot for young kids. Sola's aggression and initial attack is understandable, Malkyn would've done the same had circumstances been different.
She almost laughs, a wheezed and distant sound at the Roseblood leader, 'Enemies. Effective immediately.' Malkyn's heard those words before and suddenly she can't believe she's standing in the face of another bumbling idiot.
A familiar feeling, a familiar voice, one that held too many memories and emotions. Her heart slams so hard in her chest, she almost can't hear over the loud rush of blood in her ears. The five foot and disabled hound uneasily tries to back away, tries to leave, shaking so hard she kept losing the rest of her control of her back legs.
She can't be here right now.
[ this is So Messy but ]
It was going so well, until they’re proudly announcing their parents’ names, proudly announcing who the leader is and she suddenly can’t breathe. Talia’s arrival is one second too late, lungs squeezed so tight she can’t get anything in. It’s not real— It’s not real.
She watched Finn disappear into the Ocean, she watched them disappear for two years— her breathing is shaky, wheezed struggling to get up, struggling to move, to back away from the eager kids. Malkyn can’t get her back legs to move the way she wants them to, fighting the rising panic in her chest and climbing in her throat.
She doesn’t want to be here anymore, she wants no part in these kids (she’s lying through her teeth). But before she can get up and leave, she's watching through Talia's eyes as Sola runs into Malphas from the swamp's underbrush, knocking him to the ground and pinning him there. She's too out of it to do anything, struggling to her feet and sidestepping into Talia in her attempt to turn around. Not that she would otherwise, Malphas was the one getting hissy about children. Perhaps she's biased, having a soft spot for young kids. Sola's aggression and initial attack is understandable, Malkyn would've done the same had circumstances been different.
She almost laughs, a wheezed and distant sound at the Roseblood leader, 'Enemies. Effective immediately.' Malkyn's heard those words before and suddenly she can't believe she's standing in the face of another bumbling idiot.
A familiar feeling, a familiar voice, one that held too many memories and emotions. Her heart slams so hard in her chest, she almost can't hear over the loud rush of blood in her ears. The five foot and disabled hound uneasily tries to back away, tries to leave, shaking so hard she kept losing the rest of her control of her back legs.
She can't be here right now.
[ this is So Messy but ]
MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD CHASER — TAGS
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]