Overture Downs so watch your time, time descends

just a few more steps, and she would be beyond sight of the hollow — beyond reach of its baleful and sad demeanor, which draped around her like the heavy shock of a dead man’s arm.

she wanted to find stigmata - her quick steps said she was looking for him for a fight, but she knew the second she saw him all that raw kindling would just flutter away to subdued hurt. he thought he was too good for them - she could see it - and boy if she did not have every intention of setting that stupid man straight —

until a chuff behind her sounded, prompting her to wheel around with all the abrupt and accusatory motion of a startled horse. she glared at the man — was it a man? — and might have just completely ignored him if she wasn’t feeling so .. well.. so pathetic.

besides, he looked like he’d be an easier target to sink ones teeth into. he had none of stigmata’s impressive bulk, none of that insidious ophidian aspect in his scornful gaze — yeah, he’d be an easy target alright.

all indra needed to do was just unload on this wolf, just redirect her raw and bewildered frustrations and stress on him — but as she took one purposeful step forwards, her momentum died out. he was just a stranger — a seemingly friendly one — and Indra realized belatedly he smelled an awful lot like the neighbors of a pack she had left behind.

fine, she would have lost a fight anyway. she wasn’t a good fighter- not a physical one - and she realized she had just been looking for a scapegoat. he wouldn’t have deserved to be assaulted by her, anymore than she had deserved to be permanently scarred by ithrik. hi. indra replied glumly, finding she couldn’t bring herself to meet the man’s gaze.