Sex: Female| http://a.imageshack.us/img717/5995/70049898.png);"> THERE'S A PLACE I KNOW IF YOU'RE LOOKIN' FOR A SHOW Crap! Everything seemed to always go wrong, no matter how skilled she was at what she did. Her eyes narrowed as she lowered herself into the brush, sniffing indignantly to herself. She had overestimated herself, thought that she could take down a fawn on her own... Self-confidence still told her that she could have taken it down if not for the interference of it's enraged papa, a buck that seemed to desire no less than to impale her to death. Needless to say, the smoky wolf had retreated quickly and now she took to hiding in the foliage, breathing heavily while mentally scolding herself. It was aggravating, the constant failures on her part. She was better than such occurances, such mishaps; she was better than her, that annoying obstacle of a sister. It was not that Junai hated her sister, for morals bound her to some form of chivalry and some form of familial ties... Hate was an impossibility even for one as emotional as Junai could be, which was a puzzling thing indeed. Life would have been far simpler if Torla receded from the picture, if only incompetent Hotei remained to be manipulated as she so wished... And yet she couldn't bring herself to leave them, to make something of herself in some other lands. Glory, after all, meant little if her family was not there to watch in awe and envy as she triumphed over all. Giving a pessimistic huff, Junai stood and gave her coat a shake, as if to brush off any insecurities that currently plagued her. She glanced at the now-empty meadow, glaring and blatantly dissatisfied, before turning and making her way into the forest. Her ego was damaged, wounded; she needed a boost and, forever looking for ways to lift up herself in her own eyes, Junai went on the hunt for something easy, something like a rabbit that even someone as pathetic as Hotei would catch. |
(This post was last modified: Jul 31, 2010, 07:22 PM by Junai.)