Eerie this Quiet Night (Tagged & Open)
Dec 11, 2017 22:01:55 GMT -5
Post by Tiel on Dec 11, 2017 22:01:55 GMT -5
Rhea:
Even though Rhea kept her volume up, Pan didn't notice what she said. Was he just that unobservant? Maybe his mind was somewhere else in that moment. Either way, Rhea was frustrated he couldn't hear her, and considered just blurting DarkHowler's issue out loud despite his brothers' instruction, but feared—more than the prospect of DarkHowler lashing out at her proclaiming his personal problem—that NightHowler would resent her. She hated being resented, which most wolves did, but Rhea hated it like she hated evil. Then she caught that eye roll from Epicenter. He must have thought she was acting like a pup. And he was so staid and mature, Rhea turned away and stared at the cave floor, suddenly embarrassed.
This whole situation made Rhea uncomfortable. She wanted all of these wolves to like her, but they all seemed to stand on different sides. She had to chose who she wanted to stand by, and be liked by. She drew her paws close together with uneasiness, then shuffled them back into place so no one would notice her discomfort. She glanced back up and half-smiled, desperately hoping her usual chipper facade would cover her stupid anxiety.
Rhea was temporarily distracted from the awkwardness of the situation when DarkHowler seemed to notice the whispering. Oh no. He probably knew just what they were talking about. He probably would burst into an angry fit. But his response was relaxed. He just smiled and commented on how he hadn't lost control in over a day, so they had nothing to worry about. If a day was seen as a large measurement for intervals between temper tantrums, how long were they usually spaced apart? Rhea stiffened.
As DarkHowler told his tragic backstory, Rhea suddenly felt even more uncomfortable around these brothers. NightHowler informed the group that DarkHowler couldn't deal with the pain of his past. The poor murderer. Rhea had trouble feeling sympathy for him. And Rhea was a very emotional wolf, who'd cry and laugh with complete strangers. But honestly, he killed his own parents, and NightHowler, who'd been robbed of his loved ones because his brother was not allowed on a hunting trip, was fine with it. He even let DarkHowler confide in him. Rhea remained silent. She, surprisingly for someone like herself, was at a loss of words. She glanced around the cave at the other faces surrounding her, waiting for what they would say.
Even though Rhea kept her volume up, Pan didn't notice what she said. Was he just that unobservant? Maybe his mind was somewhere else in that moment. Either way, Rhea was frustrated he couldn't hear her, and considered just blurting DarkHowler's issue out loud despite his brothers' instruction, but feared—more than the prospect of DarkHowler lashing out at her proclaiming his personal problem—that NightHowler would resent her. She hated being resented, which most wolves did, but Rhea hated it like she hated evil. Then she caught that eye roll from Epicenter. He must have thought she was acting like a pup. And he was so staid and mature, Rhea turned away and stared at the cave floor, suddenly embarrassed.
This whole situation made Rhea uncomfortable. She wanted all of these wolves to like her, but they all seemed to stand on different sides. She had to chose who she wanted to stand by, and be liked by. She drew her paws close together with uneasiness, then shuffled them back into place so no one would notice her discomfort. She glanced back up and half-smiled, desperately hoping her usual chipper facade would cover her stupid anxiety.
Rhea was temporarily distracted from the awkwardness of the situation when DarkHowler seemed to notice the whispering. Oh no. He probably knew just what they were talking about. He probably would burst into an angry fit. But his response was relaxed. He just smiled and commented on how he hadn't lost control in over a day, so they had nothing to worry about. If a day was seen as a large measurement for intervals between temper tantrums, how long were they usually spaced apart? Rhea stiffened.
As DarkHowler told his tragic backstory, Rhea suddenly felt even more uncomfortable around these brothers. NightHowler informed the group that DarkHowler couldn't deal with the pain of his past. The poor murderer. Rhea had trouble feeling sympathy for him. And Rhea was a very emotional wolf, who'd cry and laugh with complete strangers. But honestly, he killed his own parents, and NightHowler, who'd been robbed of his loved ones because his brother was not allowed on a hunting trip, was fine with it. He even let DarkHowler confide in him. Rhea remained silent. She, surprisingly for someone like herself, was at a loss of words. She glanced around the cave at the other faces surrounding her, waiting for what they would say.