Clash with Leo

Ralla · 01-27-2011, 10:15 PM

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*sucks in a dramatic breath and pauses* Super-late >.>

The moment she had started to cry she knew it would end badly. The moment Kemo bared his fangs and tried to show her affection she knew what Noss would do. But it was fruitless to stop him. Even as she saw her brother's eyes turn deadly and his posture shift to jump at Kemo, she could only let out a choked "No--!", maybe a 'no' and maybe a cut-off of 'Noss', before Kemo was swept from her side in a tackle of muscle and grey. She was momentarilly rooted to the spot from the shock of the attack, but her base instincts urged her to move from the scene--away from the fangs and possibility of injury--even though she wasn't worried for her own safety. In fear for what might happen, she attempted to interfere, skirting around the edge of the horror. "Stop it, you two! Stop--!" She was cut off again as the mass of anger and fur came her way, making her bound to the side. She saw Strel's hand wave her over, and in two quick, shaky jumps she was there, turning in fierce worry to watch the brawl unfold. This is my fault... All mine... Noss wouldn't be there if she wasn't. Kemo wouldn't be getting hurt if she had been more clear, maybe stepped away to consol Noss from the suspicion of what they had not done. And all the worry and pain and anger; it all originated from her selfishness to leave the Crescent Moon Pack. Never in her life had Ralla truly been selfish; she had always been agreeable, always had gone along with what the Elders and Noss and her father said, always obediant. And look where one act of selfishness had gotten her and others.

She wanted so badly to jump in and try again; to end this pointless feud. But what good was she? She knew Noss's true strength and Kemo's uncanny but unquestionable cunning and power; she would be powerless against the both of them--much less one--alone. Now, had she been truly angry and pumping full of adrenaline, then perhaps she would prove a fair fight. But as it was, she was just angry with herself and Noss, but not so angry as to ignore the fact that Noss could snap someone with her build like a twig. She looked up to the lavender-eyed wolf with the breath coming shallowly through her open mouth, her chest heaving with labored breath. In such a short time, her breath and heart has escalated to such heights. With shame and hatred, she still cried. "I-I'm sorry," she said, her attention swiftly going back to the fight. She felt even more terrible for dragging Strel into this; he didn't deserve all this drama. But she didn't know what else to say to him. She was grateful that he had attempted and succeeded in keeping Noss in control for the time he did, but she didn't know how to say it without sounding ignorant of the current situation or stupid. But then again...she had to kinda blame her brother, too. He was always 'too much' of something, although that something never seemed to be the 'right' something. And now, here they were, with too much of Noss's pride, arrogance, protectiveness, etc., etc., etc.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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