Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

indra did not think as she came into the clearing, stumbling over deadfall and moss in stupefied steps. briars and goldenrod clung to her fur as she drove towards the man and her sister, wide-eyed and full of irreparable animosity. 

this fucking bastard— this piece of shit purulent shitstain! indra ripped him from laurel with a sickening heave, unaware of the physical impossibility her strength commanded. unthinking, in that way instinct often guided one’s hand, indra legged after the sprawled form of the man — her breath in staggered gasps.

get laurel away, get away, get to safety, laurel get away, LAUREL RUN — her inner monologue had hit pause, replaced instead with the bleating alarm of safety at any cost. at any cost.

she fell upon his frame as he turned to smite her sister. indra’s eyes closed as a noise high and keening cut through the air.

it was her. she was screaming — her teeth falling deep through tissue and viscera, her eyes wide and fringed with feral terror. she held and she ripped and she tore; not indra anymore, but the little girl who would protect her sister no matter what personal cost.