I Am Aware

Emersyn was a thousand percent done with Duchess' theatrics and bullshit. The small purple woman was making a fool of herself, a spectacle for everyone to watch crash and burn, and no doubt the little attention whore was loving every fucking second of it. With a roll of her duo-toned eyes, Em rose to her paws and shook the dark sand from her coat. Duchess wanted her to fuck off? Fine, her wish was her command. Maybe if they were all lucky, Duchess would walk into the sea and spare them all her pathetic whining about how terrible her life was, and oh woe is Duchess! Like none of them had suffered, struggled, faced tribulation and agony before. The only difference was that they built themselves up from it, improved themselves. Duchess didn't. She used it like a crutch every time she wanted attention, refused to do anything about it—hell, she even seemed to be enjoying it!

With a huff, Em turned from Duchess and began to walk off back toward the camp, leaving the other woman facedown in the sand. "Whatever. I'm done trying with you, Duchess. It's no wonder Indigo wants nothing to do with you anymore. Whenever you're ready to grow up and stop acting like a whiny bitch over not getting your way, you know where we'll be." This was it. This was the moment Emersyn stopped seeing Duchess as a person and instead as a parasite. She was draining the band, draining Indigo, all to feed her own mental illness that she had no intentions of trying to soothe. She would be the death of whoever she clung to, and Em made it her mission to minimize the damage the little purple leech could do to her new family one way or another—even if that meant eliminating her.

- exit Emersyn -

"Emersyn"