restless: i found your weakness
Had she known she would have, no - they would have - ended in such a situation, she would have better prepared. As it were, she was tired and already sore, but it was necessary that she fight. It didn't make sense that Devil May Cry would attack Vidar - was he not Diveen, too? Would they not hang him as they would any other? She doubted it, hell, she knew they wouldn't. They were self righteous, egotistical brats! Never would they accept their own faults. They would blame her, they would blame Vidar and the assailant would be crowned a hero for some goddamn reason. It was that, that drove her forward so viciously, that filled her with a sudden explosion of rage. Diveen, Nero, Vague - all of it!
She felt his paw slap across her muzzle, his blunt claws raking by her lip and yet she drove forward still, desperate to feel the flesh beneath her teeth. She was light weight, yes, and the blow caused her aim to falter but still, she feels the satisfying warmth of his body so close to her own. For a moment, she could have sworn she felt the beat of his heart, smelt the adrenaline that raced through his veins but such a victory was short lived. Soon enough she was caught up in a flurry of movement, her own body unsure as to what was happening - all she knew is she needed to retreated, to tuck her head back in once more over her own vitals. She managed to do so, his head swinging by her and yet as she attempted to worm her way out, backwards as per her usual style, she is slammed from the side by his own bulk. She felt the air escape her lungs in a raspy snarl but all the same, she charged her jaws towards his own belly in a snapping flurry of teeth - enough to pinch and tear the skin, but once more, she found it short lived. His weight, after all, is immense to her own and whereas she managed to remain on her well-trained feet, her body was thrown some two or so feet away from the fray. It was then, as she gained her footing and breath once more that she sees the dark form of her son begin to move, a shadow disappearing like she had done to him. It took her but a second to realise the abandonment, her gaze fixated on him in disbelief - he had abandoned her.
He had left her to die. What had she done to deserve such a thing? Had bringing him into the world not been enough - had raising him, feeding him and teaching him so much not been enough? Had the silence of Vague truly damaged him so much that he wished his own mother to suffer? Had he truly wanted to be taken back to Iromar, where he had been so unhappy? She had screamed had she the chance, snarled and spat after him and yet before she could get the chance, she felt the hefty weight of Devil collide with her once more. Pain shot up her face as his teeth clasped the top of her muzzle, breaking the skin and yet Vidar's abandonment had given her something new. A new kind of anger, one that entirely consumed her - her heartbeat increased, pounding tirelessly against her chest as she fought back, shoving her own weight upwards and backwards. It took her some effort but soon enough she was free of his jaws, her muzzle scraped and bleeding, her eyes livid with hatred.
With one final motion, she dove forward with a snarl, snapping her jaws towards nothing but everything - she wanted to leave even just a bruise, a tiny reminder. And then, with a definitive snarl, she began to back pedal away, those well trained paws once more serving their purpose well. She would go - she would abandon Vidar as he had abandoned her. This time, however, his abandonment may have well ended in his destruction rather than his education.
With a final pivot, she took off, her paws sore and cracked and yet every ounce of her hate, her adrenaline, powered her forward. She moved in zig zags, darting and weaving the entire way in an effort to lose Devil in the fray. She would go then, to Iromar, where she would find a way to crush them all. The past would be dead soon enough.
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