make my day
05-23-2014, 10:53 AM
Though she was worried about Isardis, and feared for his health and safety often, she could hardly imagine him actually dying. To her, and to most of the Armada children, he was invincible. How anything could defeat him, even a sickness, was beyond her. He would survive, and persevere, as he always did -- but that didn't stop her from worrying about him. "I miss him," she commented idly, but missing him was a common feeling. How many children he had to tend to, even she was not sure, and it seemed a common wish for his children to spend time with him more. She was surprised that they hadn't fought for his attention as youngsters, but instead had grown used to his scarcity and simply treasured the few moments they had with him. Her own gaze fell to the injured seal, eying it with vague disgust. "I wonder," she repeated, cocking her head as she gazed at it. "Imagine if we were such savages. Abandoning the sick and the weak, leaving them to die." It was a strange thought, but it seemed to be what had happened here. His suggestion was to kill it -- she shrugged. She wondered why boys -- at least, her siblings -- were so much hungrier for violence and for blood than she. Perhaps it was a trait she ought to explore. She trailed beside him, staring down at the helpless thing. "Shall we?" her own jaws parted, aiming to rip out the thing's throat with a quick swipe, hoping that Kyarst would join her. The rush of adrenaline was addicting, and she suddenly realized why the boys must feel so eager to fight sometimes; because it just felt good. |
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.
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