Drums... drums in the deep

A soft kiss was placed on her head, she took two steps into the snow.
"Son of a Sphinx! How dare you!" A different fire, one she'd shot at him before, but this was more desperate than angry, "I'm trying to make it easier for you!" She wanted to take advantage of the distance between them and the pack just now, hot tears streamed down and the wind bit at them.
"You want to live a life with me in it? To watch me bloom into who I was supposed to be while you deny me the ground in which to do so? I'm fighting to unweave the strands and you tangle them up again! The heart of the matter! The heart is Hazel, the heart is you!" She didn't know what she was getting at, she was just fury and anger and despair and all the emotions. It boiled over and made her ears ring against the cold, her eyes blind. Her paw was a mild annoyance to the ringing in her head. She tossed her head back and forth.
"Promise me! Promise me Basilsk that you will not let me get between you and her! You will not let me become some wedge for her to hate me!" She collapsed again, unable to hold these emotions and stand, more quietly now, she pleaded with him, "You won't let her kill me, you won't let her chase me out. I love-" she buried her face into the cold snow, a relief to her burning face.


"Ignita"