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The druid bit back a growl. Always. Always. She could stand to pay attention. To the frustration and anger and exhaustion in the majority of the Pitt. The unknowing stares. But no one ever did. No one ever cared. You have no authority here, bitch, she mused silently, teeth sinking into her cheek. How about you actually tell us what happened? Refused to cause more drama but stars, did she hate the majority of Tanglewood Luminaries she had met. It was as though all the swamp wanted in a leader was rage.
She listened as the Wanderer spoke. Found Romulus a better and more direct informant than Elsweyr. No surprise. Her ears flattened. The fury in her hazel hues no longer hidden. Jormungand? Really? He had been the only one gone recently, which made sense, but she couldn't believe it. The reckless inconsiderate bastard.
They hadn't thrown Dante to the wolves but... Jormungand. He had been around during Dante's punishment. He should have known better. And to break Coalition rules while he was their guest? She hated the Coalition almost as much as she didn't trust Tanglewood, but he had been their guest. What had he been thinking?
Clearly not of us. Cold. The fleshweaver glanced at her father. It was clear he was done. So was she. She had half a mind to pay Jormungand back in full herself. He maimed the Tangler and took their wings... Why not take one of his limbs in turn? A leg. Let him know what it was like to just take. She knew just how she'd do it too. Knew where to tear the muscles apart.
Aine seethed. Digging her hooves into the sand. Partially frightened by her own violent thoughts but mostly... Angry.
[/td][/tr][/table]She listened as the Wanderer spoke. Found Romulus a better and more direct informant than Elsweyr. No surprise. Her ears flattened. The fury in her hazel hues no longer hidden. Jormungand? Really? He had been the only one gone recently, which made sense, but she couldn't believe it. The reckless inconsiderate bastard.
They hadn't thrown Dante to the wolves but... Jormungand. He had been around during Dante's punishment. He should have known better. And to break Coalition rules while he was their guest? She hated the Coalition almost as much as she didn't trust Tanglewood, but he had been their guest. What had he been thinking?
Clearly not of us. Cold. The fleshweaver glanced at her father. It was clear he was done. So was she. She had half a mind to pay Jormungand back in full herself. He maimed the Tangler and took their wings... Why not take one of his limbs in turn? A leg. Let him know what it was like to just take. She knew just how she'd do it too. Knew where to tear the muscles apart.
Aine seethed. Digging her hooves into the sand. Partially frightened by her own violent thoughts but mostly... Angry.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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