bitter sparks to the friendly fire

Mati Church · 08-20-2010, 09:29 PM

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lulz, catfight please?

She was in her room, seated by the window on a high stool. The easel had been rigged to lean against the window, the painting filled with bright colors. Yellows and oranges. It was nothing in particular, abstract and her brush strokes were loose and uncontrolled. As she painted her mind was normally lost within itself, her thoughts straying to the outskirts of her memories and back to the lines of the painting. She was in a daze, thinking of things that had long past and days that were very different then the present. She thought of her brother Haven, and days when things were easier and simple and always fun and carefree.

But her memories of puppyhood were dashed to the side when voices broke through. Her brown ear turned towards her door. They were high pitched, female and familiar. She waited a moment, they came again and she was on her paws and her mouth tight in an unknowing frown. What she opened her door she could hear that sweet voice of Cambria twisted into something Mati had never heard before. Then more, and she hurried down the hall. “Shut up, shut up!” came forth and her purple eyes caught the face of Lucia around the corner. The tall bronze woman walked with haste towards the two female’s. There was something burning in her gaze, something made her stare at the Valley female and caused the fur along her neck to rise. The thought of Cambria in any trouble made every inch of her skin burn and her thoughts threatened to spin uncontrollably.

She came quickly between them, hardly glancing at the Marino female before stepping up beside her and forward to block any advance that Lucia might make. The Church fey didn’t know what was going on between them but the pale youth was automatically in the wrong in her eyes, standing beneath their roof and giving a toothy snarl to the face of a Dreamer. Though of course this was not just anyone and her half sister would regret coming here if she did not calm down. It took every inch of Mati’s control not to match the smaller female’s snarl with her own, though the beginnings of a rumbling growl could be heard in her voice. Her eyes looked as if they sought to burn through the other girls face. Control yourself Lucia. She spoke, caring so little about what the argument had been about and who deserved to feel what. She turned to look at Cambi, her gaze softening and questioning her with a glance. Was she okay? And what the hell was going on?

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