03-29-2021, 09:48 AM
The might and fury of the Tanglewood Luminary slowly paused on her counting. The rock underneath her burning limbs already turning a bright orange from the heat and beginning to melt down the side of the boulder in liquid small trails of molten rock. The anger in her gaze was apparent as she watched him. His calm demeanor doing nothing to make her feel anything for them or this situation. She was utterly in a wildfire state and she wanted them to burn. But his familiar face held her. His actions held her. She remembered when he had came to Tanglewood seeking to see their library. He had not barged in like she had their home, something she took note of although this was a very different situation. The flames of her mane coated her shoulders and much of her back as she listened to him, claws digging into molten rock and scorching her.
Yet nothing mattered when it came to her own physical being. The only thing that mattered where her people. And she was tired, sick of all the pain. The death. The anguish. It was time for Tanglewood to rise and take the reigns for once. But her thoughts split. Her eyes widening unnervingly when the lion spoke about her fury being misplaced. Miscalculated. That the heathen that had attacked one of her's did not belong to them but instead belonged to the Pitt. The Pitt! She had trusted after everything that they had went through to keep things calm. Her muzzle curled, flames licking between her teeth before she turned her head skyward and fire spilled up into the sky, a vortex of flames. Suddenly her jaws snapped closed and she winced as smoke funneled from her nostrils. "As much as she hates his kind she does appreciate him telling her where the culprit came from. She will...make preparations. This one is done with the Pitt." Too many times. Too many chances.
If Merlin had severe wounds, if she couldn't make her way back home as was told to her then she would make sure the Pitt understood this. That she was not going to tolerate this. With a small nod she followed after Romulus. Trying to take this moment to force herself to calm down. To force some reason back into her mind. It was harder said than done. But she breathed and she followed with silence. Once they got to the holding and she saw her she forgot about everyone else and rushed forth. Pain and a grimace passed over her expression as she noted the injuries that Merlin had sustained. "Safe? No, she is not safe here. Sh-She needs to come home. Merlin needs to come home. It'll be safer there and Moth, she can look at you." Moth could but she knew Merlin could not walk. She knew she was too hurt but she didn't want to leave her in the care of animals that had killed their former leader and held them beneath their bloodstained paws. It went against her nature to just leave her.
Slowly the flaming woman lowered her head down to attempt to press her muzzle on the top of Merlin's head. "This one....she will come back for her. She will visit to see her progress. Merlin is not alone, she remembers this, yes?" It felt wrong to leave her. So very wrong.
Yet nothing mattered when it came to her own physical being. The only thing that mattered where her people. And she was tired, sick of all the pain. The death. The anguish. It was time for Tanglewood to rise and take the reigns for once. But her thoughts split. Her eyes widening unnervingly when the lion spoke about her fury being misplaced. Miscalculated. That the heathen that had attacked one of her's did not belong to them but instead belonged to the Pitt. The Pitt! She had trusted after everything that they had went through to keep things calm. Her muzzle curled, flames licking between her teeth before she turned her head skyward and fire spilled up into the sky, a vortex of flames. Suddenly her jaws snapped closed and she winced as smoke funneled from her nostrils. "As much as she hates his kind she does appreciate him telling her where the culprit came from. She will...make preparations. This one is done with the Pitt." Too many times. Too many chances.
If Merlin had severe wounds, if she couldn't make her way back home as was told to her then she would make sure the Pitt understood this. That she was not going to tolerate this. With a small nod she followed after Romulus. Trying to take this moment to force herself to calm down. To force some reason back into her mind. It was harder said than done. But she breathed and she followed with silence. Once they got to the holding and she saw her she forgot about everyone else and rushed forth. Pain and a grimace passed over her expression as she noted the injuries that Merlin had sustained. "Safe? No, she is not safe here. Sh-She needs to come home. Merlin needs to come home. It'll be safer there and Moth, she can look at you." Moth could but she knew Merlin could not walk. She knew she was too hurt but she didn't want to leave her in the care of animals that had killed their former leader and held them beneath their bloodstained paws. It went against her nature to just leave her.
Slowly the flaming woman lowered her head down to attempt to press her muzzle on the top of Merlin's head. "This one....she will come back for her. She will visit to see her progress. Merlin is not alone, she remembers this, yes?" It felt wrong to leave her. So very wrong.