Resignation or Liberation? …Farewell and Encounter…

Gossamer took solace in her patrols, as she often did. She'd only just returned to the Armada after news of her mother's death had been delivered. She was still in a state of shock and anger still burned in her heart at the unfairness of it all. They'd already lost her once now to lose her again, permanently this time. It was almost more than she could bear. Knowing about Zee's illness ahead of time hadn't made it any easier and try as she might she struggled to come to grips with her new reality.

Walking had always been a way for her to privately deal with her thoughts and emotions. Normally it was uneventful but this day it was not. She felt ice in her veins as she caught a familiar scent and heard a familiar voice. Fucking Pyralis again… The sting of shame burned her at her loss during the raid and the fresh, still-healing scars upon her face. Gossamer loped to the source of the sound only to come up behind her little sister Vanta. Her heart leapt up in her throat. No! Her mother would never forgive her if this pirate harmed the girl! "Vanta, run!" she shrieked as she leapt forward to intercept the attacking pirate.

Her defenses hastily set, she attempted to leap head-on at the pirate. The front of her left shoulder lanced forward for the older woman's throat, seeking the trachea with the intent to smash it. She'd had enough. This was the last straw. She was going to kill that filthy pirate here and now or die trying. Her jaws dove down seeking to grab hold of the top of Pyralis' muzzle. Her full bite force was aimed in this attack. She wanted to get hold and break bone. She would break this vile woman into pieces.