[ the rage, the hate as she standsâ it goes from simmering to boiling in an instant. the nerve, four thinks as she curls the fingers of her gauntlet into a fist and clenches her teeth. the gall! the stupidity. had there been more people around these parts (she checks, looks around them to be sure), she wouldâve began to sob and run to someoneâs shoulder for aid.
perhaps she could consider doing that afterwards, but not now. anything soft about this girlâs sweet face is gone. itâs ugly. she can feel the prick of feathers that want to grow stand on end, lacking volume to rise and show with how much she plucks them. ]
Gaudy bitchâ!
[ and thatâs when she too, without warning, jabs for the girlâs face in return, with all her might. she hits her hardest, the strength of a harpy higher than what a human can offer, but never at the level of an intoner. she hits her like sheâs hit many. she hits her with intention, like she would a worthless soldier breaking in half. if only i could shatter you, four thinks as her entire arm feels a shock. she goes at it again. if only i could shatter your self righteous little face, spill your bitch-brain across the street! and she would. oh, she would if her bones allowed it. they donât today. the impact returns to her, and before she can try to move her arm the way it usually doesâ something snaps.
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perhaps she could consider doing that afterwards, but not now. anything soft about this girlâs sweet face is gone. itâs ugly. she can feel the prick of feathers that want to grow stand on end, lacking volume to rise and show with how much she plucks them. ]
Gaudy bitchâ!
[ and thatâs when she too, without warning, jabs for the girlâs face in return, with all her might. she hits her hardest, the strength of a harpy higher than what a human can offer, but never at the level of an intoner. she hits her like sheâs hit many. she hits her with intention, like she would a worthless soldier breaking in half. if only i could shatter you, four thinks as her entire arm feels a shock. she goes at it again. if only i could shatter your self righteous little face, spill your bitch-brain across the street! and she would. oh, she would if her bones allowed it. they donât today. the impact returns to her, and before she can try to move her arm the way it usually doesâ something snaps.
she falls back instantly, and screams. ]