Post by Tierney on Jul 17, 2018 1:55:18 GMT -6
For once… Tierney was simply allowing herself a moment to relax. She had found a nice, quiet, sunny patch of land to occupy where she could still see and smell and hear the ocean, and with a little time to herself the battle-scarred woman decided to simply lie down in the sun and enjoy the bright warmth of it for just a little while. And so she had done just that, and the sun and the shadows it created moved in tiny degrees about her as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and drank in the sunlight overhead.
For a moment, she was able to remain like that and think of nothing else but the light and the warmth. It wasn't dry or stifling or dusty, here; it didn't beat mercilessly down across the great furless patches left across her pelt by scars both old and new. For a moment, she could find peace and comfort in it… but only for a moment.
Ultimately, inevitably, her mind began to wander once again.
It had been long enough, now, since her return, that Tierney felt herself finally beginning to slip back into something resembling a steady routine. Rather than attacking and mauling and killing, she had begun to then her instincts back towards protecting and defending the wolves of Kairos. She knew it was perhaps only a paltry victory, to have forced herself back towards what for any other wolf would be simple, automatic instinct - but she was wise enough now, or hoped she was in any event, to cherish each and every little victory for what it was, and what it represented.
Months had passed now since her return to Kairos, and she had not ripped a single other wolf to bloody pieces in those months. Too, the need to do so - to engage in furious, merciless carnage simply because other wolves had made the mistake of being too near to her - had grown easier and easier to wave aside, until now it was as effective as a small, buzzing fly within her mind, insistent but impotent in its never ending attempts to drive her to frothing, mindless rage.
But small victories against her often bloodlust did nothing to give her even the illusion of usefulness. She still found herself listing, aimless and often absent-minded. She still felt herself simply following the most basic, menial routines from day to day, and while her success in not murdering or maiming anyone brought her a level of satisfaction, she couldn't deny that she felt empty in a manner she couldn't properly identify, let alone begin to know how to remedy.
Tierney dug her claws absently into the earth beneath her, seeking stability against her own rising irritation. Something important was still missing. There must be something important that she was failing to do… but what?
Notes: Hopefully this is an okay starter! I'm so excited to get these two dorks started antagonizing the heck out of each other!
Tagged: Amytis
Word Count: 475
For a moment, she was able to remain like that and think of nothing else but the light and the warmth. It wasn't dry or stifling or dusty, here; it didn't beat mercilessly down across the great furless patches left across her pelt by scars both old and new. For a moment, she could find peace and comfort in it… but only for a moment.
Ultimately, inevitably, her mind began to wander once again.
It had been long enough, now, since her return, that Tierney felt herself finally beginning to slip back into something resembling a steady routine. Rather than attacking and mauling and killing, she had begun to then her instincts back towards protecting and defending the wolves of Kairos. She knew it was perhaps only a paltry victory, to have forced herself back towards what for any other wolf would be simple, automatic instinct - but she was wise enough now, or hoped she was in any event, to cherish each and every little victory for what it was, and what it represented.
Months had passed now since her return to Kairos, and she had not ripped a single other wolf to bloody pieces in those months. Too, the need to do so - to engage in furious, merciless carnage simply because other wolves had made the mistake of being too near to her - had grown easier and easier to wave aside, until now it was as effective as a small, buzzing fly within her mind, insistent but impotent in its never ending attempts to drive her to frothing, mindless rage.
But small victories against her often bloodlust did nothing to give her even the illusion of usefulness. She still found herself listing, aimless and often absent-minded. She still felt herself simply following the most basic, menial routines from day to day, and while her success in not murdering or maiming anyone brought her a level of satisfaction, she couldn't deny that she felt empty in a manner she couldn't properly identify, let alone begin to know how to remedy.
Tierney dug her claws absently into the earth beneath her, seeking stability against her own rising irritation. Something important was still missing. There must be something important that she was failing to do… but what?
Notes: Hopefully this is an okay starter! I'm so excited to get these two dorks started antagonizing the heck out of each other!
Tagged: Amytis
Word Count: 475
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