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Hatred. The petite deer-fox did not enjoy it. Did not like to embrace it. But she felt it. Towards not only Tanglewood but Dante too. Frustrated and impatient. Irritated. Her hazel hues flashed up at her father. Falling beside him without a word. Standing at his side, as always. Her chest felt tight but she kept her chin up. They didn't answer to Tanglewood.
Discuss. Absolutely. Follow demands blindly, hell no. Never.
She wouldn't mind throwing Dante to the wolves. Not really. If it had been the Typhoon, maybe. But not Tanglewood. Not Aurum. Talking of control. She wanted to scoff. He had no control. Not over himself. When he was angry, he was nothing more than a monster. They couldn't trust him to punish a clanmate.
Her hooves shifted in the sand and snow. Wings close to her sides. Muscles tense. "He is being punished," she muttered coldly, eyes sharp and alert. "... And he'll be exiled if he does anything else." Or killed. That wouldn't surprise her too much either. If he did something bad enough. Her father had been furious with him after all. A scary sight.
The benefit of the doubt may have been... Present in younger days. When she was a frightened but hopeful child. Now she was only angry and sad about the losses she had suffered since then. For the needless death. It would be nice if Tanglewood decided to be reasonable and acknowledge they could punish their own, but if not... Well. It wouldn't surprise her.
[/td][/tr][/table]Discuss. Absolutely. Follow demands blindly, hell no. Never.
She wouldn't mind throwing Dante to the wolves. Not really. If it had been the Typhoon, maybe. But not Tanglewood. Not Aurum. Talking of control. She wanted to scoff. He had no control. Not over himself. When he was angry, he was nothing more than a monster. They couldn't trust him to punish a clanmate.
Her hooves shifted in the sand and snow. Wings close to her sides. Muscles tense. "He is being punished," she muttered coldly, eyes sharp and alert. "... And he'll be exiled if he does anything else." Or killed. That wouldn't surprise her too much either. If he did something bad enough. Her father had been furious with him after all. A scary sight.
The benefit of the doubt may have been... Present in younger days. When she was a frightened but hopeful child. Now she was only angry and sad about the losses she had suffered since then. For the needless death. It would be nice if Tanglewood decided to be reasonable and acknowledge they could punish their own, but if not... Well. It wouldn't surprise her.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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