Black Star, five pointed Coal
Black Star, The cosmic Soul
It would have tickled had she allowed the grasses to actually penetrate the haze that has settled upon her brain. She is beyond angry, her teeth are gnashing and saliva clings to the daggers that gleam beneath her blacken lips. Head tosses back and forth as she ravishes a small bush, the sharp clink of her jaws audible to any and all. She did not care, let them come investigate, she welcomed it. Leaves and twigs from the victimized bush clung to her pelt, adding to the savage look of her, and one would think she was deranged. That she was a hapless victim to whatever plague that seemed to run within her race but they would be wrong. Why was she so angry you ask? Because…
She was here…
Her mind screams this at her while at the same time trying to desperately cling to the distant memory that is of Andro. She was strong and beautiful, she had everything even the title of princess but that did not matter. No, to Pallas life was swell despite the fact that she lived in her shadow, the disgraced litter after the fall of the alpha female. And things would have continued to be great had that woman not ran with her tail tucked behind her legs. Oh no, did she not think of the repercussions of her actions?! They replaced her with Pallas and the experience…
They broke you m’dear but they added me. Are you not glad that I am here when there were none? She must explain herself, give YOU answers. Atone..atone..ATTONE for what she did!!!
And it ends in hysterical laughter, laughter that drives a twisted smile to Pallas’s lips. The beatings, the violence, the degradation oh it led to something more sinister than all but Pallas was not crazy. Oh she may have a split persona but she was well in control of her faculties. It was only when she let the angry take control when things went south.
Suddenly she is still, sides heaving in and out as she sucks air into her lungs. The bush a shredded memory of its former glory, its adornment of flowers scattered in the breeze. Yes she must atone and she knew just the way how.
"This is what her speech will look like"
"This is what her angry side thought will look like"
Black Star, Jewel of the Night
Black Star, so cruel, so bright
PALLAS
An ebony Flame
||Female||5 Years||no mate||no imprint||no pups||no home||OOC: Cake||
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