For @Tomen only.
She had thought she'd reached the peaks of her rage the first time Duckweed had been attacked. It was a swell of heat within her chest, flames licking at her paws and urging her to move, begging her into confrontation. And when the moment came, and she looked the draconian beast in the eyes? It was resolution, a dead calm like that of the eye of a tornado. It had been pressing but containable, she had been in control.
Now, like true fire, it was all consuming.
She hadn't been able to stay after being told the story. She had wanted to, a piece of her knowing that she should have gone to her friend and at least spent time with him. However the horrid twisting of her stomach, the red haze that overtook her mind, drove her away from the thickets to stumble into the Cedarwoods. The emotion was so much that she felt it would tear her apart from the inside out, like she might break open or vomit out every organ and feeling.
All she could see was his face. All she could ask was why.
Unable to think clearly, she was uncertain of which home she was heading toward. Regardless of where her rigid legs were trying to take her, however, they didn't make it far before the flames reached their flashpoint and she combusted.
A snarl so harsh it tore at her throat ripped through the air as she collided with the nearest timber, claws shredding and fangs gouging. From tree to tree she threw herself, a whirlwind of destruction and all it did was goad her anger on but she couldn't stop.
She wanted them to be the ones at the mercy of her fangs.
She wanted to kill them both. She would kill them both.