FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

[lessa]

✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

Was that...?  The marten's breath caught, eyes widening.  Calum shrieks grew a little more aggressively, furious at the hellhound, and more than ready to continue his assaults if not for Lessa's sudden shout.  "C-Cal!" He was still someone she knew, even if he was stealing from them.  Though she did not appreciate the way he aimed to headbutt her friend, glad that Tabitha was between them - not that she had not headbutted him earlier, but that was clearly different.  He was still... He'd once been...

The marten jumped back onto the trunk, about to slither down to get involved.  She was not sure what she was going to do but it was better than watching from afar.  As her metal claws sunk into bark, her flattened ears perked sharply at another familiar voice in the distance, calling to Shine.  Her head turned sharply on a swivel, eye flashing.  Hard to miss a dragon.  Much less a dragon you had taken as your own.  Her chest constricted sharply.  "L-Luci?"

There was too much going on.

Her worn down prosthetics protested as she started to slid down the ancient oak, until her right hind leg gave out, the Halo's small form landing on the ground with a sharp thud. "Kriff."  She grit her teeth and shook her head, trying to chase away the dizziness.  This was not right.  Not fair.  Hadn't they been her children at one point?  Her clanmates too?  Now they were here, hurting her new clanmates by stealing from them, mixed up in all this mess.  Her eye burned with a mixture of anger and sad tears.

With one leg down, Lessa did not want to risk jumping into the water, marooned on the island.  How many times had she been helpless to watch as others had been hurt?  Either unwilling to resort to violence or being too far, too weak to do anything.  She was supposed to be a protector.

Shine had ran. Perhaps that was better; he was getting away from the danger of violence but... She could feel his horror.  And Luca... "Be-" Finish him off. "No!" She felt sick and frightened and furious and... Hurt.  Enemy or no.  Back to... The hellhound he was or no... He'd been her Bell at one point.  A mother did not stop caring, even an estranged, adopted mother.

It was the last thing she wanted to see.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px cornflowerblue; font-size: 12px;"]— lessa ren solo ✯

#psychosocial.