Dragoncrest Cliffs the first casualty of war is innocence

blodreina huffs, puffing out her chest. it's childish, the desire to snap with 'no. you fuck off'; but oh how she wants to. it's not that she doesn't realize what she's doing — she absolutely does. it's just that it's the only way she knows how to deal with grief. that didn't make it right — and no doubt, given time to grieve and mull over the guilt she feels at lashing out at him she might actually apologize. to be scheduled at a later date ( if verx would even want to hear it ). how about you fuck the fuck off. blodreina huffs angrily. blood will be blood.

why shouldn't they feel the same pain? why shouldn't they be made to feel guilty? even if they weren't the cause of it. they don't know that. they deserve it for abandoning us. for abandoning tux and silkie and blixen and artaax. and they especially deserve it for abandoning antumbra. he didn't understand because he hadn't been here for it. for any of it. he was an outsider to all of that.

then again, blodreina had very strong feelings on desertion. being abandoned by her own littermates and having never forgiven them for it only made her views on it all that more resolute. have you ever been abandoned by those you love? do you know what that feels like? she asks quietly, her anger bubbling down as she, in turn, turns away from him to face the roiling sea once more.