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Tired. The fleshweaver was growing more and more tired by the second. Eyes narrowing. Frustrated. She knew her father didn't give a shit about anyone's opinions about him. She knew that. But she was done. And since they were waiting... She was gonna speak her mind. Before she completely lost it.
"N- no offense," she began sharply, ears flat. "But you haven't exactly given us reason to suspect you might not." Capable of murder. Just like Aurum. Fire and rage. "You- you start by yelling. You threaten. Before even offering details." Let the wanderer provide. "... You seem more than ready to kill."
In check. In check? Everyone else? Honestly. Was she completely ignorant? Or was it a conscious decision to look past everyone expect the few who did wrong? "... Two. Two Pittians. Break the rules, and get punished. It certainly didn't take Aurum to tell him to discipline Dante, he did. We didn't- we didn't even know about Jormungand until you showed up. It's not- it's not like we even knew why he left in the first place. Are you blind to the rest of us- following our Ardent's rules?" Everyone. Everyone else. Blind.
She was sick of it. Wings shuffling harshly against her sides. Tired of everyone who only saw the Pitt for the worst when they had been trying. So many Pittians didn't cause trouble. Tired of everyone outside only seeing what they wanted instead of the change and tired of everyone inside ruining it for the majority of the group. Dante. Jormungand.
All the druid saw was fire. Fire and anger. "So no, we don't trust you. But we do trust Moth, so we'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Because she'll be there." And that's all it was. That's all her word was worth. To Aine. To her father, more than like. Benefit of the doubt. Her eyes full of bitterness on the flames. Sick of the damage fire had done to her life. Sick of Tanglers wielding it around her home. The sand raising around her hooves defensively.
"I'll kill him myself if he runs," she muttered under her breath, furious.
[/td][/tr][/table]"N- no offense," she began sharply, ears flat. "But you haven't exactly given us reason to suspect you might not." Capable of murder. Just like Aurum. Fire and rage. "You- you start by yelling. You threaten. Before even offering details." Let the wanderer provide. "... You seem more than ready to kill."
In check. In check? Everyone else? Honestly. Was she completely ignorant? Or was it a conscious decision to look past everyone expect the few who did wrong? "... Two. Two Pittians. Break the rules, and get punished. It certainly didn't take Aurum to tell him to discipline Dante, he did. We didn't- we didn't even know about Jormungand until you showed up. It's not- it's not like we even knew why he left in the first place. Are you blind to the rest of us- following our Ardent's rules?" Everyone. Everyone else. Blind.
She was sick of it. Wings shuffling harshly against her sides. Tired of everyone who only saw the Pitt for the worst when they had been trying. So many Pittians didn't cause trouble. Tired of everyone outside only seeing what they wanted instead of the change and tired of everyone inside ruining it for the majority of the group. Dante. Jormungand.
All the druid saw was fire. Fire and anger. "So no, we don't trust you. But we do trust Moth, so we'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Because she'll be there." And that's all it was. That's all her word was worth. To Aine. To her father, more than like. Benefit of the doubt. Her eyes full of bitterness on the flames. Sick of the damage fire had done to her life. Sick of Tanglers wielding it around her home. The sand raising around her hooves defensively.
"I'll kill him myself if he runs," she muttered under her breath, furious.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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