Jan 29 2018, 12:03 AM
Here she was again, angry, alone, starved from torment. Starved from victory, from pain, and from blood. And now her shoulder hurt, still recovering from the snake's bite. It had seemed so long ago and the loss was still a thorn in her heart. She needed to fix that.
Why she had chosen Eridanus was unknown to her. Perhaps she associated so much plant life with weakness. Perhaps she thought of bugs and bugs were easy to squash. She didn't know, but she was here now and here was where she would find her next victim, whether it be gembound or plant, she didn't care.
She was so angry. Angry at her weakness, angry at the snake, angry at everything! Why did she feel so empty? Blood and violence filled her, yet so few opportunities arose. With her emotions bubbling to the surface, she honked loudly as she released them through her feathers, manifesting in glowing, spindly bat wings. In a sudden spout of rage, she leaped forward and began to tear out ferns and vines and grasses and tear them to pieces. Anything in front of her, plant or flower or fungus was soon torn to shreds. She didn't know why she was doing this, nor did she know why she was angry, but it definitely felt better to do this.
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Hear my honk.
Why are you listening to my thoughts? Get out of my head!
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