proverbial sunrises

There were really plenty of ways to get under her skin. Too sensitive, really. Hazel was maybe a little unhinged as she reacted to the boy, her gaze flashing, her posture too tense. Much too tense for her own good. But that was okay. That would be okay. She would simply beat the snot out of him and all would be well again... she hoped. Hazel could taste blood, but she couldn't tell if it was the pale boy's or her own. Did it even matter? It scented the air too. Her heart throbbed in her chest. She needed to fuck him up, mostly for the sake of her own pride.

"I asked you a fucking question." Hazel snarls as she reengages the pale pup. He wants her shoulder, and he can have it. Hazel flexes her shoulders as he makes contact, hoping that her cape will do its job. The quills would hopefully be an unsavory experience for him, and it served him right. The boy was bigger than she was, but she wouldn't be pushed around-- hopefully this was enough to make her mark. Hazel reared back and did her best to sink her teeth into whatever she could reach as he came in for her shoulder. Neck, ears, face-- gods, she could hope for the face. That would wipe the smug look off of it for sure. Bastard.

And just as before, the girl would kite back out. Head spinning, heart pounding, but proud of herself regardless. Hazel would stand up for herself. She'd stand up for herself again, and again, and again. For as long as it took.
"Speech"