win or cry - private; morrison

[rhosmari]

Subconsciously, subconsciously. She hadn't meant to come here. Her paws had just taken her somewhere to try and seek some form of comfort but all it did was throw her emotions into further chaos. Dragging her mind deeper into the depths to swallow her whole once again. The stammering girl had changed, like she had not been there to begin with. The moment he spoke she had fled and her anger flourished. Slowly her pale pink gaze opened up to look at the aquatic looking wolf. Taking in his features and noting the stench that rolled off of him. After all he had come from the very direction of the Typhoon, the place that she hated the most. The place where she continued to bombard them and they did nothing but sit on their ivory thrones. Her disgust was almost palpable. "I'm surprised someone like you would even care to give a damn." Her claws stretched from their sheaths, the idea of spilling his blood coasting in her mind. Yet she had never seen his face before. He hadn't been there, he didn't know the Typhoon's atrocities. The lioness forced herself to be calm though it went against everything in her body. She wanted to lurch forward and forget.

Her eyes narrowed at the question and she found her muzzle curling, jaws parting on a low growl. Why did she even care? Why did it matter so much? It didn't. It didn't. She could tell herself that firmly over and over again. But it would be a lie. Suddenly she giggle, a breaking glass laugh as she turned her eyes up to look at the head once again. "He was my father. He was the king of an empire that fell too soon. Now he's dead because he couldn't kill two bitches. It is a shame really. A real pity but I guess everyone is happier for it." Everyone except her. Except her family. With effort she tore her gaze away from the rotting head. "Who are you anyway?"