Firefly Ravine I was born to be free

Raleska was not one to be contained easily, especially not in the face of an enemy - one that presently, was screaming right back at her. The girl's hackles flared wildly and she spat into the ground, just about the only summation of total disrespect she could utter in the moment. She was so angry, so wound up and riled, that she could not think straight -- and it did not help that Rosalyn was an ever present force pushing her downward when all she wanted to do was paint the snow with the same pretty red that Eurycrates had.

"No! You're wrong," the child snapped back, lips curled and teeth bared. "Death is all you can answer with." The girl snarled darkly, her tail whipping back and forth to announce her displeasure. Give them death, and they would have nothing in which to fight back with. The dead don't fight - there are no armies of ghouls and demons, and Raleska knew well as anyone that once a man was committed to the earth, he was not rising again.

"I HATE YOU!" She yelled after the woman as she spun to leave, cursing everything about her. Her stupid white fur, her stupid eyes, her stupid voice and stupid made up words and stupid existence - all of it gummed up and balled up and boiled down into nothing: stupid, stupid, stupid. She seethed and made no bid to follow, for Rosalyn had yet to let up.

Once she was released she sprung away and whipped around towards Rosalyn, both hurt and accusation writ plain across her face. "Why did you stop me? We could have killed her and shown them what it is like!" Her voice had a near-hysterical edge to it that just threatened to brim over, and the girl's expression was one awash with unbridled emotion.