Dragoncrest Cliffs the first casualty of war is innocence

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maybe it will. blodreina snaps at him, fuming. her hackles bristle with the heat of her anger that seethes beneath the surface. maybe making someone else hurt is exactly what she needs to feel better. or maybe it wouldn't make her feel any better at all. maybe blodreina hopes that cutting someone else down will ease her pain, will cause it to siphon into someone else despite that she knows full well that's not how grief works.

she was supposed to be invincible! because at the core this was all about her pain; she didn't mean to lash out at verx but he was the closest thing. it wasn't fair to him. he didn't deserve the sting of her anger — he'd done nothing to warrant it. blodreina knows this and maybe she realizes part of her is angry at heda for ending her own life but it wasn't like she could yell at their deceased commander about it.

she was our commander and she left us. and maybe, in a way, blodreina feels betrayed by the woman she looked up to the very most in the world. try as she might blodreina couldn't respect the commander's death because she didn't understand it. her ears slicked back against her skull and she feels the heat creep up her neck to the backs of her eyes that burn with unshed tears. i need to be alone right now. and with that she departs.