Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering

Kite had tried for so long to be the good little girl her family needed. She had taken Azure’s abuse, she had taken Andy’s rise to power. Basilisk was a road too far, and she had taken a stance. Now that she had let out all that hurt and anger and burning rage she had no desire to wrap it back up into a neat little bundle in her heart. It was free now, and there was no turning back. If this white wolf pushed her, she would show him exactly what that anger looked like.

That she was leaning against a wall, her broken leg going numb in the cool night air was no matter. She would fight, even if it killed her. Her snarl only became a little more pronounced as he so easily accepted her threat without fear. Did he think so little of her, like the useless family she had left behind?

“Every move a wolf takes is for their own gain. Ill-wishing or not” She growled at him, watching as he took a step closer. She felt like a coiled snake, waiting for him to enter her striking range. “I’m not here because I'm alone” she spat at him like a puffed up cat. “I’m here because I’ve shaken them off, like useless excess in my fur.” She straightened a little, the effect likely marred by the war her skin turned white and waxy. Her leg was in agony at this point, a burning fire crawling up her skin. “I, Princess Kyanite, do not need your aid.” But she paused then, a scent catching in the air. Was that one of her family? Were they closing in on her? She alerted, tilting her head as she listened for any sign or scent to confirm it. Nothing. All the same, she looked at that paw. That faint brush of scent decided her. “I don’t care about safe, only away. My family are like burrs, not easy to get rid of.” She growled, and thrust out a forepaw, touching it to his white one. She didn’t need to trust him to use him.

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