oops, dropped my tiara

Calamity had waited patiently until the end of the meeting and then stalked off immediately afterwards. She hadn't felt anything in quite some time, so she was surprised that she felt a hot, seething rage. Venom had always been pompous and was chosen for the heir at a young age. It hurt Calamity that she forgot their lineage so soon. They were divine beings.

But were they? The longer Calamity had labored alone, seeking any deeper connection with her father or godhood, the further she seemed from the truth. It burned her up. Their mother had proven herself weak after all - the way she had sat apart from the gathering, yet still present with quiet approval... It was confusing. It was disgusting? Calamity couldn't tell how she felt. As soon as she was alone, Calamity screamed out loud until her throat was hoarse and then threw herself on the ground. It was a full blown temper tantrum. Cala had always had difficulty controlling her emotions, preferring sooner to ram her horns into trees before confronting confusing feelings. This was no different. The (former?) princess scrambled to her paws and launched herself, head down, into the nearest tree trunk. Her antlers made contact and the sensation reverberated back through her skull and down her shoulders. It hurt in a good way. Maybe the pain would clarify things for her.