07-13-2010, 02:55 AM
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The wordless agony burned with pain flooding her heart and rage clouding her mind. Her thoughts were nothing less than deranged as she rushed away. Someone spoke her name, but her ears did not want to hear. Footsteps followed closely after, followed by fingers reaching for her arm. The Hydra turned automatically, but as she glared into ice and saw nothing but innocent confusion in it, it was all she could do not to place her fist in his fucking face.
She blamed him when the one guilty here was her. She had been stupid and believed in something impossible. Who in the world would want her? Ugly and broken—who would ever want a crippled creature like that. Such a fool to believe.. Eyes draped in the colour of freshly drawn blood narrowed, yet along with the anger there was something tremendously fragile. ”I thought—“ she started, but was interrupted by a voice that belonged to the other female.
Her eyes left ice and found a most peculiar hue of lavender. Blood boiled hot within her dangerous glare, flared with ill will. Now all that rage was concentrated on the wolf, and she could feel the madness bubble under her skin; screaming for murder. Fingers twitched with irritation at the lack of the blade’s handle between them. A vicious growl rose in her throat and she reached for the sword, fully intending to follow this mad impulse.
The wordless agony burned with pain flooding her heart and rage clouding her mind. Her thoughts were nothing less than deranged as she rushed away. Someone spoke her name, but her ears did not want to hear. Footsteps followed closely after, followed by fingers reaching for her arm. The Hydra turned automatically, but as she glared into ice and saw nothing but innocent confusion in it, it was all she could do not to place her fist in his fucking face.
She blamed him when the one guilty here was her. She had been stupid and believed in something impossible. Who in the world would want her? Ugly and broken—who would ever want a crippled creature like that. Such a fool to believe.. Eyes draped in the colour of freshly drawn blood narrowed, yet along with the anger there was something tremendously fragile. ”I thought—“ she started, but was interrupted by a voice that belonged to the other female.
Her eyes left ice and found a most peculiar hue of lavender. Blood boiled hot within her dangerous glare, flared with ill will. Now all that rage was concentrated on the wolf, and she could feel the madness bubble under her skin; screaming for murder. Fingers twitched with irritation at the lack of the blade’s handle between them. A vicious growl rose in her throat and she reached for the sword, fully intending to follow this mad impulse.