Dragoncrest Cliffs let’s be like tigger and pooh

Russet ears pressed tightly against her crown when Blixen claimed she hadn’t been pretending either. Hadn’t she been the one to suggest such a thing! But no matter, Rose doesn’t even have time to think up her questions before Blixen is hurling an array of compliments in her direction, all of which make her anger rise above what she can contain. 

“You’re jealous of me!?” she shouts, fur ruffling up as she takes a step towards the gona, frustration involuntarily morphing into something weak and desperate and fragile. “You have a pack that supports you” she croaks out, voice breaking under the heavy pressure she suddenly feels weigh down on her chest. “You have a home!” Rose doesn’t even have the time to think over her next few words before they come pouring from her mouth in a mess of sobs. “You have a family!” and at this she felt herself be swept away by the emotions she had done so well of bottling up ever since the day her parents had abandoned her. 

She h a t e d this. This feeling of vulnerability made her want to run, and she probably would have had it not been for the fact that she was bawling with a force so great it made her want to vomit. “You’re loved!” Blixen had everything Rose had ever wanted and watching her look-alike take her friendships and family so easily for granted sickened the kru to the point of no return. “You have nothing to be jealous of!” she cried out, eyes puffy and the flesh under her rib cage burning at this point. 

She sucked in a shaky breath while taking a few unsteady steps backwards, the air around her feeling ten times heavier that what it should have. For her to look this way in front of Blixen of all wolves... She snapped her head away, hoping to shield the mess she currently was from the fiery gona’s eyes. And all the while their unwelcomed guess went completely unnoticed.