Wretched thing

Envy · (This post was last modified: April 16, 2024, 04:26 PM by Envy.)

Thank you for the thread <3 sorry for the holdup, will wrap it here.

They stared at her with scrutinizing gazes; ones she failed to understand.

As she looked back into the gaze of the two who'd come to threaten her for sitting a little too close to their hearth, what could make sense beyond that she herself leaked with a poison that only others could see? It was a threat. She was a threat. She didn't wish to be one, and yet it seemed she was regardless of what she actually found herself doing. For even when simply hunkered in a crag of rock, eating a meal she'd worked to catch, she was dangerous.

Rot did not discriminate, and she'd been born wrong and they could see it. She hated them for it.

Stop looking at me like that.

Her lip beheld a light quiver as she felt like a whelp again, scolded by mother. But it was no different from the times she'd toy with her food. Picking on the weak if only for the thrill of being the bigger one. Once more, she found herself on the side of the defenseless, with no choice but to simply Take it. She didn't like this side, and the flex of her paws against the dirt stood as a testament to the simmer of venom that lingered beneath the surface. She'd need to find something to balance it out.

She hadn't begun with ill intent, and yet now it festered within her wretched little heart.

Remember this, she swore a silent vow.

Envy would rise to dainty pearly paws, and drag her tongue across her jaws in a derisive manner, idle thoughts of a violence she could visit onto them once she'd grown healthy and fat dancing across a scattered mind. ...Ill be going. Don't worry yourselves. She huffs and pulls her head toward the sky with a righteous air, and carries her scraps away. Further inland, she would travel, for the wolves of tundra and sea were nothing but unwelcoming.

Though, at least they hadn't taken her rabbit.