All Welcome Spine - Printable Version

She marched now towards the edge of the woods with no glance backwards, she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. No worse than they already had.

What now? Her breath caught in her throat as she picked up speed, though she tried to stifle the ugly noises that threatened to force their way out, instead the feeling just burned and swirled in the back of her skull.

How pathetic.

She loathed the weak parts of her that felt hurt from this. What right did she have? She was not part of their family, nor would she ever be. A false lanzadoii skin, she could wear it, but it would not make her one of them. She didn't want to be one of them, did she?

This is her lot, as muradoii. She should accept it without complaint, so why can't she? Why do the fires of injustice burn so brightly in her mind and her heart, the loss of mother, of brother, of sister, of home. It isn't fair, she thinks, that the world keeps taking and taking and taking and never giving her a single thing.

She was not worthy of it. That was the simple truth. Cetseni was forsaken, she was just the last to figure that out. There were no gods or spirits looking out for her.

Behind her, she caught a glimpse of Caan following after. She stops in her tracks and whirls around to snap out at him, a snarl brewing behind her teeth. I'm going. You don't need to walk me there like I'm a child. She scoffed.

Her anger is not for him, not really, but he is here and in front of her, and she has a hard time stopping the venom that coats her tongue. He betrayed her too, she concludes, luring her in with false promises.