12-01-2009, 05:06 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/rikka_table.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:330px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Hades Beach. Mind if we date this to tomorrow? 300+ Thoughts weighed heavily on the golden hybrid’s mind and it dampened her mood severely. Today the sun didn’t even shine to bring her comfort or distraction. She was fixated on Vieira and upon the fact that her mother would think such thing was acceptable. This went beyond her issues with violence and hate. Those were things in the world that no matter how much she disagreed with them would never go away and she knew that she simply needed to deal with it. This, however, was so much worse and she had never imagined Kaena capable of such a disgusting thing. The principle of slavery itself outraged her, but to know that her mother condoned it and even practiced it stabbed at her heart. She wasn’t angry just because of that, but because she had wanted her relationship with her mother to improve and now she feared it would be worse than ever. The tall optime had walked away from the caves and over to a more quiet and deserted part of the beach. Hopefully she could find some solace in the waves or the sand. The wind was cool and cut through her fur to bite at her skin but she paid little attention to the cold. Rikka just couldn’t be back there right now, knowing that there was a sweet girl being mistreated. She was ignorant to how mistreated she was at the hands of her dam, and if she had known she probably would have lost her mind in both rage and grief. The peaceful fey wanted nothing more than to help Vieira and yet she didn’t know how she could. She looked out at the churning ocean, the wind sweeping back the hair from her face. Idly her foot hit a small, flat rock and she looked down at it. Leaning over she picked it up and looked back out to the waves. Her arm pulled back and she launched the rock out into the surf, watching as it disappeared in the water. Rikka sunk down to sit in the sand, her knees keeping close to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. What should I do? |