I CAN'T FILL THE VOID INSIDE! -- maned wolf. band of arrick.

she had thought she was impervious, that nothing could harm her, take her down, or kill her. her faith in that had been shaken in the last two years, when things had gone wrong, and she'd lost everything that she'd held dear to her heart. she'd lost her dearest husband, the man she'd called her mate, and her only daughter, her daughter. as it was, the pieces were slowly coming together to prove that the loss of both had not been an accident, that it had in fact, been set up. yet it had been done oh so carefully.

taking a deep breath as she stretched her neck, head tipped towards the sky that she had seen so many times, that she'd even died watching. not that anybody gave a shit about that. it had been a year or so since her brother had risen up and slaughtered her, taking her head and tossing her body from Jormungandr's Throat, to the cold waves below. there was a fury un-ending within her breast, a rightful fury, filled with pain. she'd thought her soul had sailed to Valhalla, but she had not seen the souls she thought that she would have. it had been then that she'd been forced to accept that even as a valkyrie, not even she could rest in the afterlife of the gods. it had been some form of hell, waiting and waiting until she finally had the strength to return to the world of the Beyond, to return to slay the betrayer. to kill the traitor.

the violent crashing of thunder filled the air in a furious cacophony as her form stood atop the cliff, lips drawn back in a silent snarl, staring down at the frozen form of her brother cowering at her paws. his pelt was slicked back by rain, the fury that she felt untameable. this within itself, was a return of her vengeance, her fury played out in black and white stained by red, his blood dripping from her teeth, tail raised and bristling as she snarled down at felix, his eyes filled with fear as they stared back into her own red ones. hearing him whimper and feeling the pressing of his paws at her chest, she was reminded of their childhood, of every time that she'd pin him, how he'd complain about it until she felt guilty enough to get off of him; before he would pounce on her and brag about it for days. what had happened to them? what had caused him to do everything he'd done? what had caused him to take her mate from her? tears streamed down the woman's face, fur ruffled and each strand on end.

fury and pain raged in a brilliant storm inside of her, overwhelming everything that she knew, every ounce of control she had. "You are no leader of men, brother. You are no leader at all. They have all suffered under you. There's already enough evidence to damn you. You have taken too much from them, and me.", her lips were drawn back in a snarl as she stared down at him, "You no longer receive protection under the Silmahria name, and any of your descendants will share your fate. You are a traitor to the Sihlmahria Clan, and The Band of Arrick. I will be re-taking my position as Drotten, and I will be stripping you of your rank and rights. You will be reduced to the rank of Thrall, and you will be held as a prisoner until I call a meeting to discuss your fate. Thanks to you, I have much to do ...", she struggled to keep her composure as she cast her glance to the different faces gathered around, showing her teeth at those who had been her followers before she'd been killed in a cowardly way, "Any of you got a problem with that? If so, I recommend we deal with it now!"

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