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OOC: Caution: Graphic Sexual Content, Rape, Heavy Language, Use of Alcohol and other things that are not good for the young ones, You have been warned...Takes place in an unknown part of Ethereal Eclipse, far away from pack territories, shortly after Kemo's fight with Noss
He snarled as he slammed his fist into a nearby tree, reveling in the fact that he was in Optime form and could do that. He had failed her...he had showed weakness in front of her, but mostly he had proven he wasn't worthy to even be in her presence. "Ralla...I have failed you." She had tried to stop him from running of course, tried to comfort and console him, but he had pushed her away. He would not accept failure under any circumstances, especially his own. He slammed his fist into the tree again, not realizing his hand was trickling blood now, the tree dented severely.
The fight had been unexpected, the loss absolutely unplanned. Granted he had never been in an actual fight before, especially not with a creature as massive as Noss, but that didn't change a thing. How can I ever face her again? How could I possibly deal with that look of disappointment I know is going to be in her eyes? He had no idea how far he had traveled, nor did he care much. His only goal was to get as far away from that place as possible, as far away from Her as possible. His anger had become a constant pounding headache ever since he had met Aurora Cresent earlier. He couldn't explain why, but he felt in a constant state of violent anger, as if Aurora had planted a seed in his mind and it planted into an evil happiness sapping plant.
He walked away from the tree, still marveling at how well he was used to his Optime form, despite having lived his entire life thinking he was only a normal wolf. You'd be surprised at how well you can adapt to just about anything. He smiled. "Very true...very true." He sat down on a nearby stump. He loved this new form of himself. His strength seemed to triple, his weight as well. He felt as if he could rip a tree from it's roots, though he doubted that was actually possible. All these thoughts had been trying to distract him from his anger. It failed and he realized he was angrier than ever. If only there was something he could do to get rid of the pounding in his head...but what?
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
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