Goodness Gracious Great Balls Of Fire
Also, Tiny is not with her.
The young mother was troubled, gods above was she troubled. Einarr was all the more antisocial now that he had seen how his uncles behaved firsthand, and there was a part of her that truly resented Thor and Hati for her. Her heart burned with anger, crying for the pain of her child. Freyr, Zisa... she wasn't even sure where they were anymore. Akemi could break the two of them for what they did. All she had wanted, all she had ever wanted for her children was to have a halfway decent childhood. To give them what she hadn't had, instead of learning so young that the world was full of shit and you had to deal with it.
...and what did her son know?
He was a bastard child. His mother had been mutilated. His uncles weren't right in the head. Hell, he witnessed Hati go after Freyr, whom he had suspected all along to not even be related to him. Now he wanted nothing to do with the pack, asking her constantly if they could leave. If it could just be him, her, and Tiny. Damn them both... damn them for doing that in front of him!
Her single orb flashed with fire, a snarl rumbling from her throat. Time and time again she returned here. The place where she faltered, where she became more damaged than before. Her scream would ring out into the night.
"I hope you're all fucking satisfied! I hope you're fucking satisfied for ruining another child! And you, you damn sack of shit, for creating him so he could suffer! Fuck all of you! I hope you all rot in hell, you assholes!" The small female would come to a stop, her fur bristling.
"He's suffering... he's suffering and there isn't a damn thing I can do to protect him anymore. The female's words had calmed down to an angry mutter to herself. Her poor baby... her poor Einarr. Her little warrior... The female closed her single eye, letting out a huff as she flopped her rear end oh so gracefully on the ground.
"Hear me talk," 'but read my thoughts.' |
| Table by:: Keno |