04-14-2012, 02:42 PM
Amy was back, but it wasn't a peaceful feeling. Amy had been forced to accept what she was, a low ranked member. She didn't care for that fact at all. On her return Amy had begun training relentlessly, waking up as early as possible and working until she couldn't anymore. Food was irrelevant, eaten when pointed towards her, but otherwise forgotten. Raoth was utterly confused by this change, finding her attention on raising him to be a powerful warrior suddenly on an obsessive edge, unaware that he was being used to help her practice and grow stronger. She had to get better. There was no choice. If she wasn't strong she was weak, a stepping stool for others.
The crow that she had picked up, planning on using to help her interpret the crow alert system Anathema had, started making a pest of itself. No matter how hard Amy worked with it, trying to get it to stay silent and leave her alone, the crow made a racket. It always set the others off as well. It wasn't like the bird was abused by any means. She made sure that it had good food, ending up receiving better care than she was actually giving to herself at the time. It was dive bombing her now though, sending Amy snapping at it. It was just one more thing determined to wear on her nerves, driving her absolutely insane. At last Amy dropped to the ground, licking at her hands weakly, trying to clean the blood off from where they had cracked open. The bird still didn't shut up, yammering on. She didn't understand a thing it was saying, just hunched down and wishing that she'd never been so greedy, trying to use the pack for her own gain.
The crow that she had picked up, planning on using to help her interpret the crow alert system Anathema had, started making a pest of itself. No matter how hard Amy worked with it, trying to get it to stay silent and leave her alone, the crow made a racket. It always set the others off as well. It wasn't like the bird was abused by any means. She made sure that it had good food, ending up receiving better care than she was actually giving to herself at the time. It was dive bombing her now though, sending Amy snapping at it. It was just one more thing determined to wear on her nerves, driving her absolutely insane. At last Amy dropped to the ground, licking at her hands weakly, trying to clean the blood off from where they had cracked open. The bird still didn't shut up, yammering on. She didn't understand a thing it was saying, just hunched down and wishing that she'd never been so greedy, trying to use the pack for her own gain.