Spotted Eagle Mountain But inside, the beast still grows

super sorry for the wait and ty for getting this up!! being vague due to this ongoing thread.

 

she is skittish, on edge, anxious...it's an awful way to feel. sleeping came difficult to the dove now, the slightest of rustles dragging her from the lightest of fretful slumbers with a racing heart and twitching limbs ready to use pumped adrenaline to flee or fight. how disgustingly disorientating, and to think this was what wolves put delicate creatures through day after day. what an awful, awful place this was. 

but at least...at least she was angry. she clung hard to this, nurtured the flicker, coaxed it to grow and thrive into a potent inferno. if he'd hoped to break her in that sick little mind of his, he'd failed. yes she was sore, unnerved and on edge but she was enraged. determination was refreshed, invigorated in her decision to branch off and create something of her own. crooning doubts permanently silenced in the wake of fiery virtue. that bastard would fall, and she'd make sure to create absolute hell for anyone else who sought to lead such a nefarious existence. 

but when she spots a pallid figure lingering in the distance, even sprawled upon the ground as he is; her heart shudders within the rapid rise and fall of her pale chest. limbs coming to a hasty still and uncertainty tickling the fringes of her mind, polaris stalls. it is not him...she is aware and yet, dammit she's scared. jaw grits, ears falling flat against her head whilst toes press hard against the sodden earth. 

confliction screams within, urging her both to turn and depart before she is spotted and to overcome such agitation and approach like she would've...yes but, the fact that she did just that last time is what...what caused this.

as the rain hums that same sweet symphony it had those days prior, the spectre could find it in her to only stand and stare; motionless in her conflict.