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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
Quantum only ever comes alive in the evening - the day is hot and stifling, and the evening air cools against her fur nicely. In the days since she joined, she usually held most of her events and things during the later hours of the day and interacted during the early night hours. Her paws itch to move, to start her evening workout routine while the sunlight still glows bright in the sky; she skipped too many days after moving here, lured into laziness by the peaceful atmosphere of the group. But, as the days increase in number, she feels her darkness nibble at the corners of her mind; she needs to feel her muscles burn with the endorphin rush of sprint training.
As she joins the meeting, though, she quells her desires for a moment in order to listen to Jericho's words; she knows by now that the quiet tom rarely speaks extraneous words. She wonders if he likes to avoid inflating his speeches with bombastic shit because of his stutter - he certainly lacks enough spine for him to have grown into a direct way of speaking purely by chance. She finds most cowards to talk in circles, avoiding answering questions directly and describing objects in vague terms, as though they think they'll avoid confrontation by simply refusing to take a hard stance on anything. Regardless, she likes his directness, his inability to twist his words with sugar-coated half-lies. Because of this, she respects him more than she would ever respect Atbash.
Her pierced ears twitch each time he announces her name, her apathetic expression unchanging despite the surprise that slams into her mind with each mention. Promoted to dawnguard, made head slayer, and given a shoutout for her event work? Her reddish eyes glance through the crowd as she tries to find her sisters, intent on congratulating Ja'sunna. But, as she can't find the other tigresses, she looks back up at Jericho. In the back of her mind, she doesn't believe she deserves this; her itch for violence, insatiable, sinks into her mind harder.
She came here to get away from the bloodshed, though she sees now that - for her, at least - the violence exists inside of her, ready to spill out at a moment's notice. She can, at least, understand Jericho's decision for her to lead the warfare guild; she is an unchained, loyal monster - those always make the best protectors. She chews the inside of her cheeks as she nods, supposing she might as well try to live up to the expectations of a peaceful high position; she feels the friction of her dawnguard responsibilities against her nature, but she ignores it. She wants to break out of her violence, doesn't she? This might make a incentive to keep going. To stay out of that downward spiral.
As she joins the meeting, though, she quells her desires for a moment in order to listen to Jericho's words; she knows by now that the quiet tom rarely speaks extraneous words. She wonders if he likes to avoid inflating his speeches with bombastic shit because of his stutter - he certainly lacks enough spine for him to have grown into a direct way of speaking purely by chance. She finds most cowards to talk in circles, avoiding answering questions directly and describing objects in vague terms, as though they think they'll avoid confrontation by simply refusing to take a hard stance on anything. Regardless, she likes his directness, his inability to twist his words with sugar-coated half-lies. Because of this, she respects him more than she would ever respect Atbash.
Her pierced ears twitch each time he announces her name, her apathetic expression unchanging despite the surprise that slams into her mind with each mention. Promoted to dawnguard, made head slayer, and given a shoutout for her event work? Her reddish eyes glance through the crowd as she tries to find her sisters, intent on congratulating Ja'sunna. But, as she can't find the other tigresses, she looks back up at Jericho. In the back of her mind, she doesn't believe she deserves this; her itch for violence, insatiable, sinks into her mind harder.
She came here to get away from the bloodshed, though she sees now that - for her, at least - the violence exists inside of her, ready to spill out at a moment's notice. She can, at least, understand Jericho's decision for her to lead the warfare guild; she is an unchained, loyal monster - those always make the best protectors. She chews the inside of her cheeks as she nods, supposing she might as well try to live up to the expectations of a peaceful high position; she feels the friction of her dawnguard responsibilities against her nature, but she ignores it. She wants to break out of her violence, doesn't she? This might make a incentive to keep going. To stay out of that downward spiral.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM