Spotted Eagle Mountain But inside, the beast still grows

this post is so bad sorry grahh my brain refused to cooperate

to the surprise of no one ever, her company appears utterly perplexed by the capricious outburst to have assaulted the air from the dove's twitching lips. an audible clack of snapping teeth at the stab of his rejoinder, ears slinking tight to her skull as a soft "tch" is released with the shift of her fiery gaze so that she instead glares hard at the slick ground.
--but it makes its mark, sinking icy awareness into the spiralling heat of her wayward mind as shoulders fall slack and the tight grimace sprawled across slim features lapses into sullen forbearance. 

fuck, get a fucking grip polaris. 

geez, she really wanted nothing more than to just leg it now like a snivelling coward and let that be it but, dammit, exactly that- exactly this kind of situation hands full control over to that bastard that had- had- a huff as haunches fold her into a sit, wincing at the ache to reverberate from the ugly sneer of her torn shoulder. 

dammit.

how pathetic of her, mewling such foolish laments about not being feared?? hell she didn't want to be feared and letting bitter seeds at her own naivety and failure to learn proper defense grow tendrils of disdain was probably the most damaging thing she could allow to happen right now.
sitting in the rain's ceaseless caress, dejected and dirtied, the wraith would opt to merely sigh a meek "sorry" that was all she really had to offer right now, and it hung tersely in the air between them as she stared listlessly into the hazed distance. 

this was embarrassing, at least she had enough of a kick left to realise that.