and i don't even need your love;

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-07-2012, 07:08 PM

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ems is by nat.

ooc; this is set a few days after the second strike, in that post she is to kill endre so the sword she looted from him. she is still wounded, pretty much everywhere tho lol.

The series of events that had unfolded a few days prior had Emmanuelle seeking comfort within herself, and the female had spent most of her day traveling through her packlands, scouting the area that she wasn't familiar with. Her lynx kits had been left in her room, with plenty of food and water to last them through the day for she wasn't going to be home until later that evening. The day itself was beautiful, the sun shone prominently over the Inferni clan lands and a slight, spring breeze ruffled the yearlings coat as she walked through the tall grasses. Soon her path went from the grasslands to the rocky coast that hades beach rested on.

The spring breeze gave way to a stronger wind, one that rolled off the ocean waters and through the females beautiful wheat colored hair, clearing her nasal passages and her other senses as well. Her day had been peaceful thus far, but her mind had been busy, still caught in the thralls of war. Her pelt had been long cleaned of the blood that had splattered over the female as she slit the throat of her attacker, but every time she closed her mis-matched eyes the scene echoed in her vision and she felt the liquid staining her pelt all over again. The female had been so caught up in her blood lust she had even surprised herself with her next, gruesome actions.

The need to add to the packs borderland was so strong that she had decapitated the males head without a second thought, looking into his lifeless eyes before taking the rest of the day cleaning the entrails of the skull to make it white and clean. The skull she carried with her now, and as she neared the water she dropped it in the rocky sand, intending to take it to their more sparse borders to leave there as testament to her victory. It felt strange, actually knowing she had killed. Normally she would have been distressed, due to her peace-loving ways, but after the very first attack the sun child had changed, for the better or for the worse she didn't know - it was just very apparent that she had.

Her feet traveled over the rocky sands and soon she was at the edge of the water, her arms loosely at her sides as her gaze looked blankly over the waters. Rage began to bubble up from her gut and her slender fingers bunched into two fists, an angry expression settling on her face. The sword that hung loosely from her hip was released from it's sheath, one that she had finished making this morning. The woman held it up, scrutinizing it from every angle, knowing that this was the sword of her attacker and she had killed him with it. It was her trophy from her kill, and she tried balancing it in her palms, beginning to swing it lightly, trying to get a better form with it.

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