Screaming bloody murder

Her brother's presence was an unwelcoming one - until the mention of pain relief came into play. She reached out a paw and snarled. “Give.” The word vibrated with the growl it was laced with. But apparently he had other ideas in mind. She glanced at Setekh, wondering how far she could push him. Demanding he tackle her brother for the pain meds sounded appealing, but she knew their partnership was one of convenience. He must have plans for her in the future, and the greatness of those plans determined how much she could push him now. So she seethed and sat in silence as her brother came around to look at her leg. He touched it over where the bone was starting to pierce her skin, and she screamed again. The cry was one more of rage than anything else. She lashed out, trying to kick him with her single working back leg. If she got him in the crystals, all the better.

Her rage was the only thing keeping her going. Keeping her from seeing how her life had fallen apart. How she herself had imploded it. She had to hate. It had to be their fault. It was the only way she would survive this. “Give me the damn meds you psychopath!” She snarled at him.


"Speech"