Fool's Gold Chasm triple axel

(m) swears and lots of angor

Surely, if they were both less aggravative wolves to begin with, they might have been able to handle the solution calmer… instead, offense flew around between them. There was a snapping and Rhae responded in kind, her tail curving and curling as she bared her fangs in turn. She let the woman get her piece out and Rhae snapped her jaws towards her, irritation coursing through her veins.

“I don’t want you to treat her like a princess. I want you to treat her like she’s a fucking kid. When she does something wrong, correct her but don’t snap at her like she’s the devil incarnate when she doesn’t yet know any better.” She defended, still very clearly fed up from the first interaction she had witnessed between her daughter and the guardian. “And don’t fucking insinuate that I don’t pull my weight around here, like I’ve never taught her to pull her own either. She’s growing up and she’s taking on more responsibilities. I help keep you fed and protected as well just like every other fucking wolf here does. We’re a pack. We work together. We all pull our own weight and we help each other survive. That was what your brother founded this place as.” She loathed the implication she did not pull her weight.

“She is not oblivious. She’s a child, still learning, still curious. I’d rather her be curious and ask questions and get her paws into trouble that we can pull her out of than be send out into a world unprepared.” Rhaegara had seen her own parents torn apart in front of her eyes, and she had never truly recovered. Every reaction was visceral and the nightmares still haunted her. The fur bristled along her spine. She had been holding it in for so long and it was just good to let it out.

Another eye roll, this time along with a loud, exasperated breath of air. In her honest opinion, that was not how she treated the girl. Woya wasn't stupid, she knew she came across abrasive, but she'd thought that living with them for so long they might actually start to accept her like a pack should. Like her family had.

She should've known better than to expect as much. Rhaegara was just driving home the feeling that these wolves weren't her blood, and clearly therefore not family. Not even close.

And don’t fucking insinuate that I don’t pull my weight around here.

Woya's jaws parted and she managed an "I-" but the other woman was a locomotive going downhill without brakes. She wanted, and tried, to interrupt several times, but all that ever came out were various vowels.

... and get her paws into trouble that we can pull her out of than be send out into a world unprepared.

Woya grit her fangs, seeing red. It felt like an hour had passed before it was her turn again, and when finally Rhaegara stopped talking, she all but exploded, letting far more emotion into her voice than she would ever want to, in front of this wolf especially.

"FINE THEN, next time I find your kid hurt or lost on her own, I'll just fucking leave her there and give you a howl. Wouldn't want to fucking traumatize her with my god damned personality or anything wild like that, she needs the trouble to grow apparently. And I didn't say you guys don't fucking work, don't fucking lord what a pack is over me when it's what I was just fucking saying myself. Just because I don't cover everything up in frills when I talk doesn't mean I'm not a part of this pack too, that I haven't been right here at your side for almost a year now."

Guess it was all wasted effort, she thought to herself bitterly.

"Fuck you and your fucking bear-legs."

She wanted to turn around and storm away, find somewhere absolutely desolate to be and deal with the stupid whirlwind of emotion Rhaegara had whipped up inside of her - and she would, if not stopped.

(This post was last modified: Jan 14, 2022, 11:59 PM by Chan.)

There was a part of her that was projecting. Not all of her anger was reflective of this Macieo’s actions and somewhere deep down she knew that. It was just unfortunate that she was the only Macieo there to take her anger at the moment, and she had done something worthy of Rhaegara’s initial anger to begin with. She wanted to speak, Rhae could tell, but she hadn’t let her until she had let it all off her chest… and something had struck a nerve with her as she went back at her. The prey that might have been in the area had surely all scattered and it would be something of a miracle if the rest of the pack could not hear them from where they are standing.

She didn’t trust other wolves. Even Saga and Adelard who she trusted the most she still kept to a light distance because it had been friends who had betrayed her parents, who had orphaned her and she would not wait to have the same or worse happen to her daughter. Perhaps she did coddle her a little bit, but it was for her best interest, to keep her safe. Words could truly not explain why she felt the way she did… at least, not words she was willing to share.

A year meant very little. Still, something about her outrage reached out to Rhae, her gaze and determination to put Woya in her place faltering slightly as she turned around to storm away, her voice softening with a sigh and perhaps even the slightest hint of regret. “Wait, I’m sorry.” Whether or not she was apologizing because she realized the amount she was projecting onto the other woman was unclear. Was she fond of her and her abrasive attitude? Not particularly. Did she like the way that Woya spoke to her daughter? Definitely not… but it also didn’t mean that the woman was going to tear her or Enera limb from limb for simply existing…

Begrudgingly.

“I’m sorry… some of that was uncalled for.” She would not say all of it, but some of it certainly was and she would recognize that if only for a moment. “I know it’s a part of your personality… and I know you have helped her grow… and I didn’t mean to imply you didn’t know I just…” She sighed softly, not finding the words as frustration hinted on her features and she herself turned to walk away, likely to find her daughter and have a chat with her.

Woya did not expect the words she shouted to do anything other than make herself feel a little less pent up. Her ears snapped backwards to catch the other's voice, and her eyes widened with surprise as she swore they heard an apology. She paused, and tentatively glanced back over her shoulder.

Her tail whipped back and forth at her heels with agitation, but not at Rhaegara. She was frustrated with her own inability to answer, not sure how to respond or what to express and certainly not as capable of swallowing her pride.

The other woman gave up, silently releasing Woya to her retreat.

/ Fade