Post by Roan on Jul 29, 2009 22:13:20 GMT -5
((RAWR EMOTIONAL OUTBURST))
Roan was alone.
It was no surprise the dragons had up and left. When Roan had gotten back from the pack meeting she had shifted right back into her human form and marched into the house. Her emotional distress was apparent to them right away, because the door shook on it’s hinges as she slammed it. Tears ran down her face and the woman was having trouble coming to grips with the idea that she had just left the pack and her family behind her. Oh, she knew why she had done it. The dragons had been surprised, but had flown out of the house once the first few teacups flew and shattered against the wall.
They knew their mother’s tempers, and they knew they didn’t want to be around it while it played out. The left their mother standing at the counter of her kitchen, gripping the stone top so hard there were cracks forming in it. As she felt herself submitting more to emotional distress she felt her elementalism rise up like a hungry monster and flames came out of her hands and charred that same counter top. In surprise she looked down and took her hands off. “Crema Tolare” She said shakily, but noticed the flames wouldn’t go down. Roan repeated the words, but felt her power spilling over the edge.
The loss of her pack, the feelings of being alone, cut off from the nature that she had grown to love. It welled up until Roan couldn’t control it anymore and she found herself hurrying into the living room where there was a fireplace. With great urgency she focused her hands at the fireplace and let the overflow of her magic at least pour there. Flames erupted from her hands as she sat on her knees, trying to get rid of the images of her pack…no, ex-packmates from her mind. They weren’t her family anymore. The stone of the fireplace was scorching and by the time she was able to get herself under control a flame much larger than should be was in the fireplace.
“God dammit I screwed up, god dammit.” Roan muttered to herself, standing up and walking to her couch in front of the fire. Instinct had her lean against the corner and bring her knees up in front of her. The house was quiet save for her sniffles and the roaring and crackling fire. Would Willow even come back here now that they weren’t of the same pack? Was it right for Roan to try and offer her a home? The thought stabbed at her heart and she tried to blink back another round of tears.
It was her Hufflepuff nature that was screwing her over. The fact that she was loyal to both her humanity and to her lycanthropy made it impossible for her to completely devote herself to one. And because Fenrir was going to make it hard for humans she had to back away from her lycanthropy. It meant cutting off from the only family she had and from the Woods. She had just began to hear the voices of the trees and enjoyed the serenity of Nature. Now she couldn’t go back, it was too risky. Unless she was protecting her pack Roan couldn’t enter those Woods again. The whispers of life around her would be silenced.
Her knees drew closer to her chest and the lycaness stared into the fire as she finally broke to silent tears instead of sobs.
She knew the dragons had left, no idea where they had gone. She knew why they had left too. It just increased the lonely feeling, and Roan had no idea what she was going to do with it.971
Roan was alone.
It was no surprise the dragons had up and left. When Roan had gotten back from the pack meeting she had shifted right back into her human form and marched into the house. Her emotional distress was apparent to them right away, because the door shook on it’s hinges as she slammed it. Tears ran down her face and the woman was having trouble coming to grips with the idea that she had just left the pack and her family behind her. Oh, she knew why she had done it. The dragons had been surprised, but had flown out of the house once the first few teacups flew and shattered against the wall.
They knew their mother’s tempers, and they knew they didn’t want to be around it while it played out. The left their mother standing at the counter of her kitchen, gripping the stone top so hard there were cracks forming in it. As she felt herself submitting more to emotional distress she felt her elementalism rise up like a hungry monster and flames came out of her hands and charred that same counter top. In surprise she looked down and took her hands off. “Crema Tolare” She said shakily, but noticed the flames wouldn’t go down. Roan repeated the words, but felt her power spilling over the edge.
The loss of her pack, the feelings of being alone, cut off from the nature that she had grown to love. It welled up until Roan couldn’t control it anymore and she found herself hurrying into the living room where there was a fireplace. With great urgency she focused her hands at the fireplace and let the overflow of her magic at least pour there. Flames erupted from her hands as she sat on her knees, trying to get rid of the images of her pack…no, ex-packmates from her mind. They weren’t her family anymore. The stone of the fireplace was scorching and by the time she was able to get herself under control a flame much larger than should be was in the fireplace.
“God dammit I screwed up, god dammit.” Roan muttered to herself, standing up and walking to her couch in front of the fire. Instinct had her lean against the corner and bring her knees up in front of her. The house was quiet save for her sniffles and the roaring and crackling fire. Would Willow even come back here now that they weren’t of the same pack? Was it right for Roan to try and offer her a home? The thought stabbed at her heart and she tried to blink back another round of tears.
It was her Hufflepuff nature that was screwing her over. The fact that she was loyal to both her humanity and to her lycanthropy made it impossible for her to completely devote herself to one. And because Fenrir was going to make it hard for humans she had to back away from her lycanthropy. It meant cutting off from the only family she had and from the Woods. She had just began to hear the voices of the trees and enjoyed the serenity of Nature. Now she couldn’t go back, it was too risky. Unless she was protecting her pack Roan couldn’t enter those Woods again. The whispers of life around her would be silenced.
Her knees drew closer to her chest and the lycaness stared into the fire as she finally broke to silent tears instead of sobs.
She knew the dragons had left, no idea where they had gone. She knew why they had left too. It just increased the lonely feeling, and Roan had no idea what she was going to do with it.971