Facing Hatred

*Avalon* · 06-27-2014, 02:15 AM

She would return to the place that she hated. The place where she had been taken, beaten, hurt. Scents were stale here, no longer would the scents of her captors remain. Amber eyes gazed up at the structure, the place eerily quiet. She had remembered this place so well, the stench of rotting flesh and the roiling cackling laughter of her once captors. She wasn't sure what brought her back here, she didn't know why she had walked from her former home to the place she had once been afraid of. Perhaps to find redemption, no. Revenge against the one who had stolen almost a year of her life from her. The one who had treated her so badly, so cruelly...the one who didn't care whether she died in the fields of war. The memories would bring hot tears to her eyes, threatening to spill over while her throat produced a deep growl that wanted to rip from her maw. But she contained it, however hard it was.

She was bigger now. Should she ever run into that bitch Canttina again, she would rip her throat out...but of course, she didn't know she had gone and killed herself after the war. To Avalon, her enemy would forever be alive...at least, until she found out that information. For so long she had been afraid, untrusting of the world since her ordeal. She had secluded herself, remained in the soulsand cove since her rescue. Waiting for her family to return...But now, she would go in search of them. The feeling that they might never return to the cove, that they were forever lost weighing heavily on her mind. She was alone now. No one who loved her, no one to trust. Just, her.

"Speech."

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