05-06-2018, 08:52 AM
How DARE he claim this place to be her home? This place would never be her home. She belonged in Clifside with her family. Not this frozen tundra of a hellscape. The raven turned to the leader. Leader... He was a pitiful excuse of a leader. Jacob was not fit to lead. Even now he couldn't step his foot down. He was barely able to address her, to scared to speak up. She took a deep breath, glaring at the dog. She was eerily calm. She exhaled, taking a step towards him. This place...
She continued to walk forward, staying calm. One breath for each step. She thought of her home. Step. She thought of her brother's soft melodies. Step. She thought of her mother's hyperactive but loving antics. Step. She thought of her father's cool but supportive presence. Step. She thought of Millie's worried demeanor. Step. She thought of Toby's sweet little soul. Step. She thought of Clair's competitive smile. Step. She thought of what makes home home.
She was right up on Jacob's space now. She glared up at him, her face clean of any emotion or tell of what she was thinking. What made a home a home? Home was a place full of people that loved and cared about you. Home is where you can feel safe to speak your mind. Home is a place where you make mistakes and fix them together. Home is a place you belong.
She did not belong here. No need to sugar coat it. Everyone here despised her becasue of her personality alone. Cry was a cold, bitter, hot-head. She did not blindly agree with those around her. She was different. And for that reason, she was cast out. She couldn't put in her opinion anymore without getting a snap to fix her attitude or a 'ohhh that's just cry~ she's mean to everyone ignore her'.
She huffed, blinking owlishly at Jacob. ...will never be my home. This was not home. She didn't feel safe here. She wasn't surrounded by those she loved and cared about. She wasn't allowed to make mistakes and fix them with those that cared about her becasue no one cared about her in the first place. They'd probably prefer if she was dead. Well too bad for them. She was not dying until she found a way back home. Back to where she was safe. She would continue searching until the cattle come home or until she died. She ruffled her feathers, rolling her eyes. It was not like Jacob or any of these damn animals would understand anyways. Their lives were perfect little playgrounds. They were lemmings that followed their worthless leader off a bridge. She almost pitied them.
... almost.
"SPEECH"
She continued to walk forward, staying calm. One breath for each step. She thought of her home. Step. She thought of her brother's soft melodies. Step. She thought of her mother's hyperactive but loving antics. Step. She thought of her father's cool but supportive presence. Step. She thought of Millie's worried demeanor. Step. She thought of Toby's sweet little soul. Step. She thought of Clair's competitive smile. Step. She thought of what makes home home.
She was right up on Jacob's space now. She glared up at him, her face clean of any emotion or tell of what she was thinking. What made a home a home? Home was a place full of people that loved and cared about you. Home is where you can feel safe to speak your mind. Home is a place where you make mistakes and fix them together. Home is a place you belong.
She did not belong here. No need to sugar coat it. Everyone here despised her becasue of her personality alone. Cry was a cold, bitter, hot-head. She did not blindly agree with those around her. She was different. And for that reason, she was cast out. She couldn't put in her opinion anymore without getting a snap to fix her attitude or a 'ohhh that's just cry~ she's mean to everyone ignore her'.
She huffed, blinking owlishly at Jacob. ...will never be my home. This was not home. She didn't feel safe here. She wasn't surrounded by those she loved and cared about. She wasn't allowed to make mistakes and fix them with those that cared about her becasue no one cared about her in the first place. They'd probably prefer if she was dead. Well too bad for them. She was not dying until she found a way back home. Back to where she was safe. She would continue searching until the cattle come home or until she died. She ruffled her feathers, rolling her eyes. It was not like Jacob or any of these damn animals would understand anyways. Their lives were perfect little playgrounds. They were lemmings that followed their worthless leader off a bridge. She almost pitied them.
... almost.
"SPEECH"