Whitewater Gorge The Old Tale-Teller

The girl had managed to not kill her self thanks to Chaska and Nathaniel’s words, but she wasn’t sure how long that would last. In the meantime she simply wondered aimlessly around Teekon, not daring to find Easthollow in fear of encountering her disappointed ex-companions. Her mind was drawled out of her thoughts at the sudden anxiety inducing howl from pain. She lifted her ears, rushing towards the direction of distress. Once her eyes laid upon the fallen elder, her heart stopped — everything stopped. An undistinguishable ringing replaced her hearing as she began to watch her last friend die. Everything sunk, the same feeling of hopelessness she’d felt after finding her brother dead. 

Then she noticed him.

The cold-hearted menace who took a life for no reason other than pleasure, for she knew Chaska would never start a brawl without fair reason. An unfamiliar rage took over her, her blood began to pump at a rapid pace, her breaths quickened and she came dashing forward. ”You monster!” She snarled, tail held high, and hair pricked our like spines. ”You sadistic asshole!” She knew deep down he would only feel enjoyment out of her words, instead use them as encouragement but this girl was far too broken to care.