Stone Circle he is without a heart

it strikes with the potent of sharded lightning. a song of such unrestrained rage, assaulting the shiver of velveteen ears as the girl whips around. 

a demon, a behemoth surely could only loose a demand of such vigorous wrath. and they stood upon easthollow's very doorstep. polaris does not so much as spare a beat of that thundering heart to consider her options as she spurs to action; strung along like fish to a bait. a frantic dash into the waiting jaws of hell, an unwise decision perhaps but the girl had never laid claim to any such trait of smarts. she was driven solely by emotion, the complaints of a ticking mind striking off of deaf receptors. 

there was only ever one thing she held certainty in, she would not both live and stand by and let the ruffians of these lands lay waste to those that wished not to taint themselves in violence. she would rather die than have to endure a life in which she was forced to merely accept that they were expected to sit around and let these bastards play their bullying games and prowl off smug and satisfied. for once in her life, she wanted to see them quiver and wince- if it were the last thing she ever got to see she'd accept it. 

a pant as she skidded to a halt, not so much as noticing west a few paces behind as she came face to face with the unseeing gaze of the ravaged witch. ears slink close to her head, gaze widening as stiff limbs allowed her one step back to stare with unhidden horror at the ruddied corpse. no- no! who, what? glazed stare drags itself to the beasts, that ursus stink mingling languidly with the sickening tang of blood. her head hurt, seeming to pound along with each thud of that screeching heart. what had they done- those bastards! teeth assault each other with the force in which her jaw grits, panting heavily. she cannot see their rage, in that moment they smirk down on her like grinning vultures; their own features warped by vengeance's rubies or her pale assaulter's assured smile.

when would they ever STOP!

how dare they, how dare they bring this death to her home. it is with a great deal of effort that she grates out a comprehensible word, a throatily growled "WHY?" 

the most vexing question to play around her mind, why did they do all of this? and how, how did it come so natural to someone to wreck such havoc? what was the matter with these barbarians?!