She’s in what had been her mother’s cave when the sounds of battle first drift to her over the wind. Killdare had pointed the place out to her (at her request), and she’s been here all morning, trying to get a sense of her mother’s last moments. They hadn’t been pleasant, that much she can tell. The ravens have cleaned up most of the gore, but the bones and the bloodstains remain. Blood … everywhere.
The horror that had filled her at the stallion’s news is slowly turning into rage. Her mother had been foolish and weak yes, but she hadn’t deserved this. No one deserves this.
She stands still for a time, absorbing everything and nothing, rage building and building. And then she hears it. Screams, and the clashing of bodies, coming to her with the wind. She recognizes instantly what they mean - she’d heard noises like that when the Chamber had attacked the Gates. Battle.
Serves the fuckers right.
She turns and flees the cave, leaving the bloodstains behind.
It doesn’t take her long to find the fight, and soon she’s peering through the trees at a scene vaguely reminiscent of the one she’d seen in the Gates so long ago. The fight is so large and chaotic though that she can barely recognize anything.
Except for one stallion that is. She certainly recognizes Killdare.
She’s more than a little surprised when he suddenly yells out her name, along with what she assumes are the names of three others. What the fuck does he want with her? He’s clearly more than a little occupied - it’s not like she’s going to help him with his situation. The Chamber deserves whatever it gets.
She watches as the stallion grapples with a weird creature that suddenly turns into a snake, and then suddenly attempts to wrap himself around a bay mare that’s been emitting blinding beams of light.
And then she snaps.
The rage that has been building ever since learning of her mother’s death overflows at her seems, spilling out of her in a ferocious rush. “KILLDARE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” She knows he’s not responsible for her mother’s death, but in the ferocious tide of anger it does not matter. In the past few years she’s had her home burned to the ground, lost her father and brother, and had her mother viciously murdered.
Someone has to pay for it.
She thunders out of the trees at top speed, aiming straight for Killdare and the mare he’s … hugging? She’s oblivious to the flames flickering nearby. She crashes into his hip with a force that belies her comparatively small size. She stumbles as she ricochets onward, and somehow manages to keep her footing. Then she wheels around, hoping to find him lying on the ground. “FUCK YOU!”
The horror that had filled her at the stallion’s news is slowly turning into rage. Her mother had been foolish and weak yes, but she hadn’t deserved this. No one deserves this.
She stands still for a time, absorbing everything and nothing, rage building and building. And then she hears it. Screams, and the clashing of bodies, coming to her with the wind. She recognizes instantly what they mean - she’d heard noises like that when the Chamber had attacked the Gates. Battle.
Serves the fuckers right.
She turns and flees the cave, leaving the bloodstains behind.
It doesn’t take her long to find the fight, and soon she’s peering through the trees at a scene vaguely reminiscent of the one she’d seen in the Gates so long ago. The fight is so large and chaotic though that she can barely recognize anything.
Except for one stallion that is. She certainly recognizes Killdare.
She’s more than a little surprised when he suddenly yells out her name, along with what she assumes are the names of three others. What the fuck does he want with her? He’s clearly more than a little occupied - it’s not like she’s going to help him with his situation. The Chamber deserves whatever it gets.
She watches as the stallion grapples with a weird creature that suddenly turns into a snake, and then suddenly attempts to wrap himself around a bay mare that’s been emitting blinding beams of light.
And then she snaps.
The rage that has been building ever since learning of her mother’s death overflows at her seems, spilling out of her in a ferocious rush. “KILLDARE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” She knows he’s not responsible for her mother’s death, but in the ferocious tide of anger it does not matter. In the past few years she’s had her home burned to the ground, lost her father and brother, and had her mother viciously murdered.
Someone has to pay for it.
She thunders out of the trees at top speed, aiming straight for Killdare and the mare he’s … hugging? She’s oblivious to the flames flickering nearby. She crashes into his hip with a force that belies her comparatively small size. She stumbles as she ricochets onward, and somehow manages to keep her footing. Then she wheels around, hoping to find him lying on the ground. “FUCK YOU!”
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
@[Call], if this isn't ok, just let me know! I'll edit to say she missed him.
TLDR: Sidra attacks Killdare, and cusses a lot. :|
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