Stone Circle he is without a heart

i'm so sorry for holding this up! vague attack at astara, lauren you can choose how/if it hits and have permission to pp any attack back at polaris if wanted for the sake of speeding things up <3

focused upon the arrival of a lurking earth kissed figure as his tongue tossed arrowed words into the fray, she is momentarily overcome by stark incredulousness in the form of a huffed snort. --what hypocrisy!! although she does not care to face the bite of confused, churning unease as to the pale witch's fate when so much was at stake for her family, she did indulge herself in bitter wry. the coven of unhinged killers singing songs of morals and woe? claiming to seek revenge over a loss when her body lay crumpled and muddied upon the earth as if but rotted carrion? they did not care!! this was but an excuse to dabble in violence whilst using the situation as but another, mental, attack on the wolves of easthollow. 

frenzied look allows itself to narrow solely on the muddied man as he took position beside the random child; 'you don't fool me you bastards, you's love this'

yes, she was right, these soulless barbarians wouldn't try to pin anything one them-- they didn't care! life meant nothing to them, nothing. 

and yet-- something wouldn't stop a stirring nag at the back of her mind- an image of the softly spoken snowdrop boy and his water spirit friend-- she ignored it. 

and the second passes, the disturbance of valette and greyback no match for the roaring inferno they'd stumbled upon as it reared and engulfed them with the wordless launch of the demon eyed raven. 

she is starkly reminded of finding a butterfly as a child and sobbing to papa when her superior strength led to its untimely death in a mere attempt to play with it, unable to understand his lack of horror at its loss of life just because of its inferior identity. the same feeling that remained settled within her gut upon watching every pack hunt, wincing at the whoops of joy as the bloodied prey fell dead to the floor. it is a strange memory to be hit with as she launched after the smoky behemoth as her hellhound assisted the assault on greyback; for it was in fact the first time that polaris felt the true nature of that instinct; that desire to kill.

so why was it that it was considered okay to succumb to such a nature when it resulted in the slaying of such innocent creatures and yet what she felt now towards one of her own was unnatural, a crime even? the lust to strip the woman's right to live is something the girl would observe with unease in the aftermath of this fight, but in that moment she was but a body of rage, adrenaline and instinct - a pure predator void of rational thought as she snarled and spat and flung herself with a kissed strength she'd never even touched off of before at she who dared try and hurt those she cared about.