Dragoncrest Cliffs I had to learn how to fight for myself

There is no cool way to write a guttural scream.

Indra ran down the cliffside to where the path opened up to mossbloom. Her steps were more like raucous drum beats against the earth, mirroring the racing tempo of her pulse. She tore across the open spaces and stumbled around trees, almost catching her step on roots; at one point or another, sliding on a patch of reeds she hadn't spotted in time, and stumbling.
GRRRAA! The girl bellowed at the nearest tree; rising to her feet again, thrashing one direction and then another. Indra panted through a frown and kicked a clod of grass she'd somehow gouged from the earth, and then lunged for some of the reeds beside her and tore at them.
RAAAH!
After a few minutes of frustrated brawling among the foliage, she stopped and sagged to her haunches. The emotions that had fueled her through her latest episode had worn away and left her feeling raw for all her emptiness, and tired.