05-03-2018, 11:06 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Rage. Anxiety. Melancholy. Those three emotions swirled violently in her head - the ever-present storm of her life. It used to just be dark cloud on the horizon, threatening but never following through. Nowadays, it was hurricane-like. Dark. Painful. Try as she might, these were feelings she could not run from. Albeit she had escaped them for some time in her travels, this permanent home in the Ascendants had forced them upon her once more.
A sigh passed through her parted lips as she pushed these emotions to the deepest corner of her being. She was tired of feeling this way. She was tired of being weary. She just wanted to go back to sunshiny moods and feeling as though she were completely unstoppable. But those days were long behind her now. That dream had been crushed when she shapeshifted into a polar bear, cursed to remain in that form. Her wife feared her, hated her. Perhaps these thoughts were extreme, but... but the bond didn't lie. However, Suiteheart could not blame Margaery. This was Suite's fault, all of it.
Her broken silver locket was gently held between jet-black claws. The large bear inspected her broken piece of jewelry with sadness in her eyes. Then best gift she had ever received and she had destroyed it. She shook her head, attempting to fix it so that it might once against close and safeguard her past. But the task was easier said than done: Suiteheart's new form was not as deft as her feline body. Though she tended to be heavy-handed as a cat, she was even worse as a bear.
Curses flew from her mouth while she tinkered with the trinket. "I don't - ... This doesn't -..." Mutterings and half-formed sentences tumbled out of her mouth. It was incoherent babbling that didn't make much sense unless one truly listened closely.
She just wanted her necklace fixed. Was that too much to ask?
A sigh passed through her parted lips as she pushed these emotions to the deepest corner of her being. She was tired of feeling this way. She was tired of being weary. She just wanted to go back to sunshiny moods and feeling as though she were completely unstoppable. But those days were long behind her now. That dream had been crushed when she shapeshifted into a polar bear, cursed to remain in that form. Her wife feared her, hated her. Perhaps these thoughts were extreme, but... but the bond didn't lie. However, Suiteheart could not blame Margaery. This was Suite's fault, all of it.
Her broken silver locket was gently held between jet-black claws. The large bear inspected her broken piece of jewelry with sadness in her eyes. Then best gift she had ever received and she had destroyed it. She shook her head, attempting to fix it so that it might once against close and safeguard her past. But the task was easier said than done: Suiteheart's new form was not as deft as her feline body. Though she tended to be heavy-handed as a cat, she was even worse as a bear.
Curses flew from her mouth while she tinkered with the trinket. "I don't - ... This doesn't -..." Mutterings and half-formed sentences tumbled out of her mouth. It was incoherent babbling that didn't make much sense unless one truly listened closely.
She just wanted her necklace fixed. Was that too much to ask?
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE