#where she's from the entire outlook is militaristic and violent

[godbloodednope]

‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’

“an’ whattya know’uh ‘at?!”

you do not yell because perhaps you cannot. your voice is great when it shouts, is not a bellow but is full of the exact violence you can enact. your hands shake. you want nothing more than to peel these gloves off and dig your hands into everything you can-- you wish to scratch, tear with claws. you turn instead, each stride a stalk of movement. you taste copper in your mouth, hot and terrible and familiar, though when you swallow it is gone.

“’ey AH who y’ah. weaknesses’re in-ex-cusable,” you could strike anything within your grasp, but you remain contained, instead. creeping discomfort crawls up your spine and suddenly a brilliant glimmer of electric blue spirals around an arm-- you watch it hop, skip, and then jump. it bites into your jacket as it might a length of barbed wire, thorns slicing into flesh and then fleeing into thin air. you make no move to inform you have been affected. you have not. you turn swift, viper-fast. you are all sharp, small teeth, made for gnashing, made for shredding. they seem kittenish, to the unassuming.

you fall into her shadow naturally-- she is near two heads taller than you, after all, though you are short for your race. she dwarfs you in her might. she cradles you in the cool blanket of her shade, and all you can feel is resentment toward her kindness. you want to bite into your own flesh again, and the repercussion of your magicks do not follow in the boom of your temper.

a hand waves idly. your motion is a glove shifting in a ripple. your motions are elegant, and they have been taught as such. you are nothing but wave kissing shore, wind across meadow, warm murmur of flame, lowest purr of sand. it’s her weapon that comes to her, then, and you intend her to catch it. you, unmoving, allow a boot sole to come down and you wait.

a gloved hand raises. you beckon inward, and your words slice swiftly, “c’mon ‘en.”