Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

For a moment, there was a sweet victory. The voice calling her name didn't even register as she hit home and bit down. She felt blood trickle through her teeth but her victory was only short lived. Before she knew it, she was pushed aside and fell to the ground with an 'oof'. The rush was gone and so was the feeling.

She had thought that her father would be proud of her, but now that she looked around she saw that he was not even looking at her. Not even seeing the sacrifices she made for his cause. Not even caring whether she was fine or got hurt...

Her eyes fogged up as Laurel realised and registered the lack of attention, care or worry from Reek. She glanced at Dagfinn, who'd also left her side, and suddenly she felt like the frightened, out of place teen again. She didn't belong here. They didn't even care whether she lived or died, nor whether she'd help or not.

Maybe they even hoped she would've died in battle. Confusion and pain flashed across her face as she looked at the enemy flee, and then the howl went up.

Her voice joined theirs, but it was filled with a grief she could not hide.

She was an ugly, terrible person who was clearly unloveable, and to feel it once more confirmed hurt more than Laurel would ever admit.