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10-06-2012, 12:53 PM
 If there was one thing she felt capable of these days, it was being angry. Being frustrated. Restlessness drove her to pace the world, always a snarl on her face and a biting, scathing comment ready to pounce from her mouth and dig its teeth into the world's flesh. Behind her, her tail was lashing like an irritated cat's, snapping from side to side, never quite ceasing its motion. It was quite hard to be around her these days without suffering either some blow or stupid comment. Having lost the invasion was like having thorns in your soul, and in all honesty, she was just hiding her frustration at herself by taking it out on the world. Why hadn't she landed more blows? Why hadn't she ripped into their bodies, fed on their hearts? Why hadn't she take on more? Knocked more out? Killed more? Why hadn't she won the god damn war by herself? Unable to answer these questions, she bit the world, clinging to it even as it tried to buck her off. The terrain under her hooves turned to rock, a desert lingering on the horizon. These filthy winged vermin had aided the Qian in their invasion, wrestling the Edge from Alan and her kind. It irked her. Even if she hadn't hated Pegasus before, she certainly would've now. Plus, they'd taken d'Artagnan. The Doctor was a formidable foe and would probably have been able to contribute much - what if... Damn, if she could build an empire on "what if's" she'd be empress already! War, strategy, did not fuel her. d'Artagnan was her friend, and had been for a long time. There was no way she was going to let him rot on this hell any longer. And that was why she halted just behind Lena, amber eyes glowering at the territory even as the former Emissary cried out their intentions. Should they not wish to hand the Doctor over... Her bruises and cuts from the war had healed. She was ready to get herself a few more.  |
