08-07-2019, 11:00 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]/tw: flashback and mentions of eye injuries in paragraph 6 (italicized)
Stress-induced insomnia was no stranger to Rin, either. She had spent entire months at a time on an abnormal or nonexistent sleep schedule when she was younger, burdened by everything that was at stake, and all the terrible things that were free to happen when she slept. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy, too; one particularly sleepless week had forced her to rest for a full night afterwards, long enough for things to go to hell without her being able to do anything about it. Whether she slept on a normal schedule or refused to sleep at all until she fell unconscious, she couldn't win.
At least now, she had the power to neutralize some of the ever-present threats. The Pitt was sure to retaliate if they figured they could get away with it, she knew that much from experience, so the coalition of Tanglewood, the Typhoon, and Elysium would need to strike back soon. She may not have been a member of any of the three, but stopping the Pitt was just the right thing to do- and if the Pitt caused any more damage, it would get in the way of her vengeance against the gods.
She was trying to be single-minded about her goal, staying on the warpath and looking for opportunities. The gods were beginning to play dirty, though, if the Maiden was any indication, and the past was steadily gaining on her. If it caught up to her, she knew full well it would swallow her whole. She had to keep going, keep up the pace, and get this done, before the inevitable arrived.
Part of her wondered what would happen if she just... told someone that she was trying to kill her old pantheon's gods. They'd think she was crazy, there was no doubt in her mind of that, but that was okay; actually, it was better that way, lest she get too attached to them and doom them to a terrible fate. Anything to remind herself of what she was supposed to be doing now, rather than what she'd failed to do before.
She heard leaves rustling, the impact of someone landing in the trees close by, and turned her head to look. Through the cover of the leaves, she could see the silhouette of a winged animal in the moonlight.
One eye bloodied, lost forever, the other demanding answers. Did it make her feel any better? Neither answer would satisfy him. Nor should it. He had a right to be angry, to hate her because she hadn't been good enough. Never was.
Her claws unsheathed, digging into the wood beneath her, but she could only stare helplessly as the creature descended.
Once Goldenluxury came into view, though, Rin blinked. Her eyes darted from the fins on the captain's legs, to the heterochromatic eyes, to the completely different facial structure. This was a tiger, not a wolf. This was not a clanmate. This was not someone she'd wronged. She had to focus on that.
Finally, she shook her head, her ears swiveling in Goldenluxury's direction. It was late, she was tired, and the captain was clearly tired too from her facial expression. "Yeah," she answered, with a slow nod. "I've had problems with insomnia since I was a kid." Admitting to a poor sleep schedule was a strange conversation starter, but it wasn't like she had confessed as to why she had a poor sleep schedule, and anything to prevent her from thinking back was welcome.
With a low, wry chuckle, she remarked, "The medic offered me more poppy seeds. Probably should've taken them up on it."
Stress-induced insomnia was no stranger to Rin, either. She had spent entire months at a time on an abnormal or nonexistent sleep schedule when she was younger, burdened by everything that was at stake, and all the terrible things that were free to happen when she slept. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy, too; one particularly sleepless week had forced her to rest for a full night afterwards, long enough for things to go to hell without her being able to do anything about it. Whether she slept on a normal schedule or refused to sleep at all until she fell unconscious, she couldn't win.
At least now, she had the power to neutralize some of the ever-present threats. The Pitt was sure to retaliate if they figured they could get away with it, she knew that much from experience, so the coalition of Tanglewood, the Typhoon, and Elysium would need to strike back soon. She may not have been a member of any of the three, but stopping the Pitt was just the right thing to do- and if the Pitt caused any more damage, it would get in the way of her vengeance against the gods.
She was trying to be single-minded about her goal, staying on the warpath and looking for opportunities. The gods were beginning to play dirty, though, if the Maiden was any indication, and the past was steadily gaining on her. If it caught up to her, she knew full well it would swallow her whole. She had to keep going, keep up the pace, and get this done, before the inevitable arrived.
Part of her wondered what would happen if she just... told someone that she was trying to kill her old pantheon's gods. They'd think she was crazy, there was no doubt in her mind of that, but that was okay; actually, it was better that way, lest she get too attached to them and doom them to a terrible fate. Anything to remind herself of what she was supposed to be doing now, rather than what she'd failed to do before.
She heard leaves rustling, the impact of someone landing in the trees close by, and turned her head to look. Through the cover of the leaves, she could see the silhouette of a winged animal in the moonlight.
One eye bloodied, lost forever, the other demanding answers. Did it make her feel any better? Neither answer would satisfy him. Nor should it. He had a right to be angry, to hate her because she hadn't been good enough. Never was.
Her claws unsheathed, digging into the wood beneath her, but she could only stare helplessly as the creature descended.
Once Goldenluxury came into view, though, Rin blinked. Her eyes darted from the fins on the captain's legs, to the heterochromatic eyes, to the completely different facial structure. This was a tiger, not a wolf. This was not a clanmate. This was not someone she'd wronged. She had to focus on that.
Finally, she shook her head, her ears swiveling in Goldenluxury's direction. It was late, she was tired, and the captain was clearly tired too from her facial expression. "Yeah," she answered, with a slow nod. "I've had problems with insomnia since I was a kid." Admitting to a poor sleep schedule was a strange conversation starter, but it wasn't like she had confessed as to why she had a poor sleep schedule, and anything to prevent her from thinking back was welcome.
With a low, wry chuckle, she remarked, "The medic offered me more poppy seeds. Probably should've taken them up on it."
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