08-18-2018, 01:39 PM
Since returning to the Typhoon, Cleo had only further isolated herself from any and all who thought to even look at her much less speak to her. Eshe had done an impeccable job of convincing the tiny bengal that they didn't care, their negligence justifiable by those sentiments towards her and those sentiments only. Without any other set guidance in her life, she listened to her mamba, collapsing more and more in upon herself with every passing day, her heart absolutely broken under that guise of rage. She already carried the heavy burden of a mother who did not love her, how was she expected to deal with the agony of her entire family? Her entire clan? It felt like it was she and Aita against the world, the sisters born from chaos and ushered away by the leader of the Ascendants only to be promptly forgotten the moment they disappeared. Was this to be her fate forever? Should she have listened to Eshe and returned to the unclaimed parts of the jungle to live out the remainder of her life with the snakes? She didn't know and admittedly, that frustrated her.
The sound of a voice - her sister's voice - dragged her back to reality, those troubled thoughts dismissed the moment her sanguine gaze fell upon Goldie. Almost instantaneously, a white hot wave of anger washed over her, clouding her perception and what otherwise would have been regarded as love towards her older sibling. Eshe had left no room for that tedious emotion, not when it extended a hope for resolution to Cleo. [color=#445544]"What is it?" The undersized bengal inquired, voice distant and wispy, expression contorting ever so slightly to permit a frown to blossom upon her lips. She hadn't wanted to be bothered, or more so, hadn't anticipated being bothered. Her family had made it loud and clear that they possessed no interest in saving her, why should she even begin to believe for a second that they wished to interact with her as well? Shifting her weight, Cleo would perk her eyes, hoping to catch whatever Goldie had to say in response. Her hearing had only gotten worse since her return, another thing to add to her infinite list of frustrations.
"And what did you bring with you?"
The sound of a voice - her sister's voice - dragged her back to reality, those troubled thoughts dismissed the moment her sanguine gaze fell upon Goldie. Almost instantaneously, a white hot wave of anger washed over her, clouding her perception and what otherwise would have been regarded as love towards her older sibling. Eshe had left no room for that tedious emotion, not when it extended a hope for resolution to Cleo. [color=#445544]"What is it?" The undersized bengal inquired, voice distant and wispy, expression contorting ever so slightly to permit a frown to blossom upon her lips. She hadn't wanted to be bothered, or more so, hadn't anticipated being bothered. Her family had made it loud and clear that they possessed no interest in saving her, why should she even begin to believe for a second that they wished to interact with her as well? Shifting her weight, Cleo would perk her eyes, hoping to catch whatever Goldie had to say in response. Her hearing had only gotten worse since her return, another thing to add to her infinite list of frustrations.
"And what did you bring with you?"
THOUGHT THAT I'D FEEL BETTER
MY V IS FOR VENDETTA
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BORN FROM DARK WATER
[color=#445544]DAUGHTER OF THE RAIN AND SNOW
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