she was a hurricane
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Small hands gripped the dagger in her hand as hard as she could, as if it would magically leap to life and strike down the terror that threatened her soul. Or come to life and strike down her very life, kill the heartbeat that thudded and quickened with her fear. This wasn't right. Afraid of her very own home. She had not slept on the bed with Hadley the previous night, finding a place on the floor in the corner, frozen from her own scarlet orbs finding chocolate ones. How in the world could she meet the eyes of the betrayer? After what Ismeme had said...What worth did the wounded woman hold?

Trembling hands dropped that weapon at her feet, clearly upset by everything that had threatened to take her over. Thin arms were graced with crisscrossing cuts, still fresh but dried upon once-luscious derma. After speaking with Jacinto, nights before she had brought herself home. Listening to the reincarnation of her father. She knew he was. He had to be--Everything about him was so familiar. The trees around her kneeling form loomed over the tiny hybrid, the reason for her searching in the dangerous woods of her home was the loss of her sword, Sel's only true protection. Fingers clenched into a fist, holding the small limb at her head from the pounding headache, closing dull orbs close to tears. How could they? How could Isa? H-How could Hadley? There was so many things...She could be killed in her very own home. Just for caring for the ex-slave.

Selene swore she hated Ismeme, and that was not any day soon to change. Threatened and corrupted with the woman's hissing words, challenging her to the rights to a man the coydog loved. and That terrifying battle had been lost. Her heart thrown to Amut, the beast who rid souls of their feelings. Shaking hands picked up the knife again, tremblingly pushing it into her palm. It had become a macabre way of therapy, to watch the rivers of life split from her body. Her left palm began to bleed, small trickles of crimson creeping down the black pad. Tonight she would have to escape. Leave the home she was horrified and shunned in. Isa would have Hadley, and Sel would be free to wander emaciated and bleeding. With a glance around, deciding there was no danger near. A head with messy blood-tangled hair placed itself in her hands, fighting back the soft weeping that came closer and closer to the surface. She was too weak! Not fit to live in the world. They should have just killed her on the boat.

cause when a heart breaks, it don't break even


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