Seren
One small mercy; at least one person could be counted on to be civil and sensible. Thank the stars for Deimos, for sound minds and for conveniently smashable gourds.
When his voice reached her, it was perhaps a fortunate thing that none of the suppressed mirth shone through. Where she stood in the midst of the carnage, Seren managed to look quite ferocious. Gore dripped from hands and boots and the slender shoulders heaved, more from the raging emotions than real exertion. Storms were raging in those devastating eyes of hers, and the flashing teeth brought her smile over the edge into something brutal. Maybe stars were only beautiful when seen from a distance.
"Oh, no one says it to my face, but it's all there in their eyes," she hissed. Directing a star-wolf forward with a commanding gesture, she looked on with a dark sort of pleasure as it savaged a slew of minature plants. Its twin had taken to nosing the injury on her leg, and the pain slowly dissippated along with the shallow bite marks - very convenient, this healing. "They're all so very considerate and unwilling to burden me with their dirty little problems and secrets, and when they finally let me hear what they have to say my advice is taken with these humoring smiles, like they're looking at a toddler taking its first steps." Hotaru came to mind, in particular. Maeve too, and even Deimos to an extent, though he was better than them by far in that aspect. She couldn't say if it was about respect, or because he didn't feel that motherly need to protect her. Gods, if she wasn't grateful for it, either way. "I am being told that things are certain ways, but very few do me the courtesy of explaining why, and I feel like I'm constantly teetering on the brink of understanding without ever quite seeing the whole picture."
The sticky dampness on her hands was quickly growing dissatisfying. As the euphoria of cutting loose dissippated, Seren looked about her, at the chaos and destruction she had wrought. Remorse was a film clinging to the back of her throat - not so much for the lives taken, vampiric and strange as it might be - but rather for losing control over herself. When gourds kept coming in to gnash and mutter and grumble at her, she began to dodge them instead, to dance her way on light feet back towards Deimos. The leap she took to scale the brink was aided with a pulse of gravity alteration, light and airy and much too wide for any normal person to manage.
With a grimace, she flicked seeds and pumpkin guts at the man - halfway between tease and taunt. "I'm angry and frustrated, and I don't know what to do about it. I want to help the people around me, but they're all so caught up in their own storms of hurt and hatred that nothing I say gets through. I can't make anyone listen, and it leaves me feeling weak. Some days, I wish I never asked my mother what my purpose was - because I was so much happier before I knew how far I have left to go."
Utter honesty, offered with confidence that it would go no further. Few were offered a glimpse of the girl beneath the smiling facade, but there she was now. Young, petulant, greedy and trying very hard to grow up too fast.
When his voice reached her, it was perhaps a fortunate thing that none of the suppressed mirth shone through. Where she stood in the midst of the carnage, Seren managed to look quite ferocious. Gore dripped from hands and boots and the slender shoulders heaved, more from the raging emotions than real exertion. Storms were raging in those devastating eyes of hers, and the flashing teeth brought her smile over the edge into something brutal. Maybe stars were only beautiful when seen from a distance.
"Oh, no one says it to my face, but it's all there in their eyes," she hissed. Directing a star-wolf forward with a commanding gesture, she looked on with a dark sort of pleasure as it savaged a slew of minature plants. Its twin had taken to nosing the injury on her leg, and the pain slowly dissippated along with the shallow bite marks - very convenient, this healing. "They're all so very considerate and unwilling to burden me with their dirty little problems and secrets, and when they finally let me hear what they have to say my advice is taken with these humoring smiles, like they're looking at a toddler taking its first steps." Hotaru came to mind, in particular. Maeve too, and even Deimos to an extent, though he was better than them by far in that aspect. She couldn't say if it was about respect, or because he didn't feel that motherly need to protect her. Gods, if she wasn't grateful for it, either way. "I am being told that things are certain ways, but very few do me the courtesy of explaining why, and I feel like I'm constantly teetering on the brink of understanding without ever quite seeing the whole picture."
The sticky dampness on her hands was quickly growing dissatisfying. As the euphoria of cutting loose dissippated, Seren looked about her, at the chaos and destruction she had wrought. Remorse was a film clinging to the back of her throat - not so much for the lives taken, vampiric and strange as it might be - but rather for losing control over herself. When gourds kept coming in to gnash and mutter and grumble at her, she began to dodge them instead, to dance her way on light feet back towards Deimos. The leap she took to scale the brink was aided with a pulse of gravity alteration, light and airy and much too wide for any normal person to manage.
With a grimace, she flicked seeds and pumpkin guts at the man - halfway between tease and taunt. "I'm angry and frustrated, and I don't know what to do about it. I want to help the people around me, but they're all so caught up in their own storms of hurt and hatred that nothing I say gets through. I can't make anyone listen, and it leaves me feeling weak. Some days, I wish I never asked my mother what my purpose was - because I was so much happier before I knew how far I have left to go."
Utter honesty, offered with confidence that it would go no further. Few were offered a glimpse of the girl beneath the smiling facade, but there she was now. Young, petulant, greedy and trying very hard to grow up too fast.
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
