Blackfeather Woods i blew a man away

for the first time in the girl's life, a semblance of true ire crept through her blood, its dark will instilled in the angry flash of her deep indigo eyes. she watched, doleful and simmering, as the adult flipped her toad over and prodded with thin claws at its bulbous throat.

astara had never been quiet in terms of her demeanor (though one could argue she was largely silent in comportment) and she struggled at best to contain the bile that rose in her throat; her toy! hers!

she could still the blade of injustice that compelled her no longer, and with a flash gave the feathers (and the adult standing between them) no further heed as the toad darted into the underbrush. no! she could not abide to see the toad slink off, not without her command -- and in a few seconds a cry of victory sounded from the rustling brush as the girl seized her still-living trinket.

she would not turn back -- no -- she had learned adults were not to be trusted that day, and with a sneaky glance slunk off in the hopes her retreat would not be detected. little did she know she was clearly visible in the underbrush, for shisu had the advantage of height and likely, with a simple glance, would have seen her sneaking.