02-16-2021, 06:25 PM
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Boom goes the dynamite.
She tried to avoid the topic, not so much as bringing it up. She didn't want to, hadn't wanted to. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that this was going to go off the rails and fast. Family got tied into this, old hard feelings were practically woven in from the start. And somehow, she understood it all. It used to be simpler, no? No one in Tanglewood was at risk for losing anything when they attacked the Pitt, at least not like this. The bloodshed seemed more potent, more...dramatic.
She looked from Atticus and Kiira to Atbash, frowning with a wince. There was no right thing to say, everyone still lost. Desperately, she turned her head up to Aurum, as if he had the answers, but all she saw was the rage. The anger. The look of vengeance. Briefly she traced over the extended abdomen of the Luminary. All she felt like she saw was more playthings for a potential attack. No, no that was her leader, she just got promoted by him. She had a wordless oath to follow him through. This was how it was. She followed Beck, and Morgan, and Crow. They had all waged war, did they not? And she was at their side with claws unsheathed and a mouth full of blood. Why was this any different? And Elsweyr...she looked around for the woman. Nowhere, why? Because she was injured. Injured and sent on her way without help, death had been a probability that only got larger as she marched along with her injuries. She felt rage, she felt animosity, adrenaline and felt Atbash's words in her heart. At least until Kiira, quiet little thing, broke it.
This was fine, this was all going to be fine.
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Boom goes the dynamite.
She tried to avoid the topic, not so much as bringing it up. She didn't want to, hadn't wanted to. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that this was going to go off the rails and fast. Family got tied into this, old hard feelings were practically woven in from the start. And somehow, she understood it all. It used to be simpler, no? No one in Tanglewood was at risk for losing anything when they attacked the Pitt, at least not like this. The bloodshed seemed more potent, more...dramatic.
She looked from Atticus and Kiira to Atbash, frowning with a wince. There was no right thing to say, everyone still lost. Desperately, she turned her head up to Aurum, as if he had the answers, but all she saw was the rage. The anger. The look of vengeance. Briefly she traced over the extended abdomen of the Luminary. All she felt like she saw was more playthings for a potential attack. No, no that was her leader, she just got promoted by him. She had a wordless oath to follow him through. This was how it was. She followed Beck, and Morgan, and Crow. They had all waged war, did they not? And she was at their side with claws unsheathed and a mouth full of blood. Why was this any different? And Elsweyr...she looked around for the woman. Nowhere, why? Because she was injured. Injured and sent on her way without help, death had been a probability that only got larger as she marched along with her injuries. She felt rage, she felt animosity, adrenaline and felt Atbash's words in her heart. At least until Kiira, quiet little thing, broke it.
This was fine, this was all going to be fine.