ardent

Bleeding out for you



Qanik

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02-12-2014, 08:23 AM (This post was last modified: 02-12-2014, 08:24 AM by Qanik.)






Qanik


in defense of the innocent




Feeling out of sorts and unsettled by the situation in Tortuga, Qanik had temporarily retreated from the lands there and just wandered. Something just felt so wrong about the whole thing, the pack and all her allegiances handed over to an outsider, a stranger, without a by-your-leave or even a warning. It made her uncomfortable, to be nothing more than a commodity for the ambitious, and it concerned her on behalf of her young friends, Ritsuka and Gossamir. But was there really anything that could be done? They had given their loyalty to Tortuga as a whole, not a specific alpha. And yet...

She shook her head in frustration, her stride lengthening even more as she ran off her excess emotion. But it wasn't enough, the running, and she finally stopped, giving it up as a lost cause. What more could she do? The restlessness burned at her. Anger, dark and biting, roiled in her chest, an emotion she'd always sought to suppress in favor of doing The Right Thing. Well, right now doing the right thing didn't feel like the best option. A glance around her showed that her subconscious mind had carried her right where she needed to be - the battlefield.

It had not been that long ago that she'd regained her sight, and even less time since she'd stopped occasionally seeing double or getting dizzy. Since that time she'd done no training, not wanting to exacerbate the condition. But now, with this discomfort gnawing at her, the restlessness, she felt the need to fight, to work it out in the sweat and blood of battle. A rare thing for her to crave, but it made sense. To be prepared, to be in her top physical form, it felt important in this unsettled time. But unfair to her young friends, to sharpen her skills against them in this foul mood she was in. Far better to train against someone she could see as an enemy now and not feel guilty about it later.

The white wolf threw back her head, square jaw parting as a vicious, throbbing howl boiled up from her chest, a demanding call thrown out over the plains for a volunteer, a victim, someone to take away all this anger and put it to constructive use.



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cowardice is the only sin