With Pace and a Fury Defiant

She was a good deal behind, more than a couple footfalls at least. As she ran she could only see the occasional flash of red and white she guessed was Aresenn’s tail- but her line of sight was not perfect and the flora of the forest proved to be a burden in her pursuit. It felt as though the massive trees continually blocked her, having to whip around them in quick succession as she chased snarls and torn-through shrubbery from Aresenn’s trail. Her dream still echoing in her mind, a small spike of anxiety pushing its way out from her chest and sending the hairs on the back of her neck standing. There was no way her father would be here. He had too many new, unsuspecting souls to torment. Emeralds narrowing, her lips pulled back in a resentful smirk; all she needed to worry about was catching up to Aresenn and figuring out what had happened. There was no time to be thrown off by a mere fucking dream.

When she finally saw that Aresenn had hold of a smaller boy, she didn’t understand- confusion riddled her features. She’d slow down, opting to watch and wait in the sidelines as the cogs in her brain worked hard to discern just why the fiery man was so intent on hunting down this loner? Flicking her eyes up to amber orbs she was surprised. This was the first time she had seen Aresenn so angry. It wasn’t like the anger of when she had suddenly struck him after Sephiran commanded her to prove herself- no. It wasn’t even like fighting off the polar bear…. Was it predatory? She stood back, contemplating if this was the non-repressed version of himself she’d tried to pry out of him. Either way… Why let that fury die by interrupting when she could observe it? How far was he going to go with this? He already had the boy by the throat, the begging surely ringing in his ears as it was in her’s from this distance. What would he do? She truly wanted to see. A cruel smile took it’s rightful pace on her lips, and she thought of how this scenario would be all the better if he bled the simpering boy dry. Whatever Aresenn believed fit the crime. Or, had he done anything at all? The boy looked weak. Skinny. Unkempt. Could it be that he had tried to scavenge- no, steal? She couldn’t be sure, but what else was there? She had not really given much thought as to what sort of man Aresenn was, though he did keep Seph close... perhaps he was far more violent than she had given him credit for. She wouldn't know for sure unless she saw it for herself.

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