Primal Rage

Asla felt defeated and old by the time they were done talking. He wouldn't understand her and she wouldn't and couldn't understand him. She wanted to talk to Azure about all of this. He understood her darker side more than the rest would. Maybe he could help her sort things out within her own mind. Or maybe he would help her kill them all. An intriguing thought.

Her father kissed her head, snuffling in her fur a bit like he used to do when she was a baby. The girl almost giggled at the ticklish feel, but bit it back. She was mad. You didn't laugh when you were mad. It was only when he said that he wanted to show her something that her disposition began to change. Tilting her head slightly, the striped child narrowed her gaze somewhat. "What is it?" Ah, he got her. She was intrigued. Damn.