Moving on and out

Keldava Wolfe-Denahlii · 09-09-2012, 07:36 PM

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Sorry for the wait :c

Bent over the pile of dropped belongings and growling at her own clumsiness Keldava smelt Taru before she saw her, though Taru’s current scent lent itself to being identified; the scent of pups - sweet and cloying to Keldava’s nose, mixed with the scent of milk – was fresh in her memory as one she had last smelt on Jace and the association made her growl when Taru’s scent first hit her nose, though she quickly reigned herself in; it was hardly Taru’s fault her and Jace’s pregnancies were timed similarly.

Keldava tried to ignore the presence and focus on collecting her belongings with what little dignity remained to her but even that failed when she forgot about her hand and tried to pick something up normally. The fingers half closed and then spasmed painfully, causing Keldava to let out a stunted whimper at the pain. Taru spoke and Keldava was again trying to hold back a growl at the unspoken question hidden within the real one. Her mother had gone psychopathic and attacked her brother and turned Keldava into a cripple, of course everything wasn’t alright! Keldava answered the literal question, her tones clipped and showing her annoyance. ”Yes. I’m fine. My hand hurts, it made me drop something.” she said in words too formal and angry for a child of her age. Keldava pointedly turned her head away from Hotaru – though the woman obviously couldn’t see the motion so it was somewhat pointless – and returned to picking up her belongings, fishing up a porcelain teacup she had found in Halifax; not that Keldava had any idea what it was, she just took it because it had a nice blue pattern she thought was pretty. Predictably the teacup slipped through her unresponsive hands and fell to the ground, this time hitting a rock and shattering.

For a moment Keldava was silent and then something snapped within her. The teacup wasn't important and normally Keldava would have brushed off it’s destruction but combined with all the other rage inside her, and the simple fact that her hand had caused the loss pushed Keldava over the edge. "Uzula nati, Uzula Nati, Drakeni uzula nati!” She screamed, curling her good hand into a fist and pounding it against the broken pieces. Keldava was just as unheeding of Taru’s presence as she was the pain when bits of the porcelain lodged in her hand, both pain and awareness lost to fury as she pounded at the teacup’s remains until they were implanted firmly in the soft ground and slick with her blood, snarling and spitting as all the pent up rage and fear over Amy and her mother came rushing out.

Spent, Keldava practically collapsed, falling heavily onto her good arm and panting. The heavy sounds were interspersed with whimpers; not from the pain but from the feeling of sadness and helplessness that welled up inside the girl now that her anger was all gone.

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