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There's little life in the hazel hues. Hooves softly trotting over grass. Following at a distance. Reluctant to remain in that treehouse... Alone. The silence deafening. Burning through her resolve, leaving everything to ashes. Days with no sign. No hope. Then losing Kold too...
It was too much. And not enough. Everything felt far away to the petite deer-fox. She might as well walked right into her father when they arrived, unfocused and dazed... Then she looked up.
The ice sank into her veins. Cold-hearted rage sank into otherwise dull eyes. So the bastard ex-Ardent actually did it? Well. Kian was right. They wouldn't be bowing. Not to him. Not ever.
Aine didn't think, simply sank her hooves into the dirt beneath her and locked her eyes on Stryker. The other leaders didn't matter to her. Aurum's wrath didn't matter. She simply hated the white lion. Hated him for hurting Ry. Hated him for the discourse he sowed. Hated him with everything she had left to give.
Without a word from the furious druid, the ground would rapture and break apart close to the lion, vines attempting to latch on and entangle [member=1738]Stryker[/member]. Ideally leaving him more open for other attacks, regardless of where or who they came from.
[/td][/tr][/table]It was too much. And not enough. Everything felt far away to the petite deer-fox. She might as well walked right into her father when they arrived, unfocused and dazed... Then she looked up.
The ice sank into her veins. Cold-hearted rage sank into otherwise dull eyes. So the bastard ex-Ardent actually did it? Well. Kian was right. They wouldn't be bowing. Not to him. Not ever.
Aine didn't think, simply sank her hooves into the dirt beneath her and locked her eyes on Stryker. The other leaders didn't matter to her. Aurum's wrath didn't matter. She simply hated the white lion. Hated him for hurting Ry. Hated him for the discourse he sowed. Hated him with everything she had left to give.
Without a word from the furious druid, the ground would rapture and break apart close to the lion, vines attempting to latch on and entangle [member=1738]Stryker[/member]. Ideally leaving him more open for other attacks, regardless of where or who they came from.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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