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VATHMOS
[ABBR=Spotted Hyena, Female]INFORMATION[/abbr] ROLEPLAYER [abbr=Bloodrager 5]MISC.[/abbr]
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Vathmos hated opening up like this. It made her feel vunerable, stupid, weak. She wondered, for a moment, how much she should lie her way through to Wormwood. Did he deserve an honest answer from her? She tried to forumlate a lie in her mind, something to make her seem less weak. "Be-cause I don't normally lose it. I didn't think I would lose control with you. I just..." [abbr=I got scared.]I gehohte sayceyreeda[/abbr] She made a humming noise, disgruntled and uncomfortable. " I just, I didn't think it would happen, okay?" She turned around, shoulders hunched and back to Wormwood, uncomfortable and didn't wna to face him any longer.
Barbarians were espected to be in control of their rage. They were aware of their rage- she knew ahe had bit into Wormwood and she knew Beck had got in her way, and in the midst of her rage, she hadn't felt anything. No pity, no guilt, no sadness, just the pure rage and the taste of copper in her mouth. "It's not going to happen again, okay?" She really just wanted to leave it there, maybe even leave now.
Barbarians were espected to be in control of their rage. They were aware of their rage- she knew ahe had bit into Wormwood and she knew Beck had got in her way, and in the midst of her rage, she hadn't felt anything. No pity, no guilt, no sadness, just the pure rage and the taste of copper in her mouth. "It's not going to happen again, okay?" She really just wanted to leave it there, maybe even leave now.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━