[M] You Ruined All. For Yourself.

Saxif Goldenfeather · 10-04-2011, 01:56 AM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Forward Dated: October 10, 2011 Late at Night
Saxif's Mood: Psychotic in a sense. Distraught. Angry.
Desired Thread Path: Anything whether its someone to calm her down, someone to fight with her or someone to mess around with. She just ended her first relationship and is quite vulnerable at the same time dangerous.

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WC: 484

The huntress tore at the branches her chest pounding and aching with anger. It was the only way she could feel at that moment. Her body was completely powerless to the burning fire of its fury. She had tried to seek solitude in the trees as she always had since the day she could climb. But even now they angered her as well, their colors that brought such beauty to the forest were falling. Fine leave! Be cowards! She didn’t know what she was talking about she just needed to yell to be mad at something, anything. She tore another branch from its thicker limb and growled. This change of season was not welcome to her it was only a sign that along with her heart the world around her would be going cold as well. This downright tantrum was getting out of hand, her hands were tearing and scraping as she attempted a larger branch each time. Her voice growled, snarled and barked as she mumbled pointless threats to the helpless tree. The distraught huntress was sure to fall at any moment but she kept catching herself just in the right moment. Finally it was all she could take she wouldn’t have refuge here any longer so she leapt from the branches.

Jager her faithful steed walked up behind her giving her a gentle nudge and a nicker. Quiet beast! I think its time to find something to kill. She had grabbed her intricately decorated bow that looked beastly in her hands when combined with her expression. Its edges sharp as any blade and its body carved with a fierce bird of prey, the golden eagle. She was about ready to track something in the dead of the night until she swore loudly into the air in her native tongue. When she had left in such haste she had not grabbed anything but her bow and her horse. She had no arrows, no dagger and no weapons. She took a deep breath sheathed her bow upon her horse as its tips were not for hunting but for defense, the last thing she wanted to do was to damage such a unique piece over a rabbit or otherwise. Fine. I could use some old fashion hunting. She growled to herself as her body started to shift.

Her hair shortened from the wild flipped out mess into a thick hackle along her neck. Each bone was crackling and popping as the joints reset. Her muscles shuddered to match the new positions shifting into her body like snakes wrapping their prey. She wanted to take off right away to seek something to fill her jaws with the lifeblood of some helpless creature. The secui hesitated though, she did not know why and in the partial second that she had she grew confused. What now?! She growled completely pissed off by this strange reaction her body forced.

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