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Halifax. c: 300+
It had finally happened. The silver girl, her body filled with anger, had finally allowed it to bubble over in the presence of a pack mate. She had not meant to snap at Cypress, and she had not been able to control the way the words had fallen from her mouth or the way her frail body had shown the signs of offensive attack, though she had not done that. The son of her mother’s best friend had not deserved her angry words, but he had not hesitated much to take an offensive route as well. They had not parted on entirely awful terms, but Artemis was afraid that she would lose control again and hurt someone. She could not do much physical damage, as she had not been taking very good care of herself on top of having fallen from the roof and sleeping for so long, but she feared what her words could do. God forbid she snapped around Parker... The thought made her shudder.
Isolation was best. The young silver Marino girl tried to keep herself distanced from everyone, going so far as to leave the pack's territory often. She walked with a weakness to her step, huddled into the striped scarf she wore around her neck, hiding behind her thick waves of silver. The girl that walked through the broken city was a mere shell of who she had once been, the only fire within her buring with anger that wished so desperately to bubble out of her and lash out at anyone and anything. It threatened to snap like the thinnest of branchest at the tiniest bit of pressure, and the turmoil frightened her so. Artemis did not want to hurt her family, and she did not want them to see her like this.
Raw anger fueled her now as she glared at the brick wall in front of her. She brought nothing with her, but she had a yearning to destroy the wall. She was not raised to be like this, to feel these awful feelings. It was this knowledge that she hated so much. This was not how she was supposed to be. "Fuck!" Words such as that did not often pass through her lips, but nothing was right anymore.
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