The Dragoness was tired of her mother and her sister. Andreja always had mothers attention, while Meyles was neglected or berated. She was being trained to be perfect, while Meyles had nothing. Her father had left her to her mother while she was still in her belly, but she at least had a nice relationship with him. He was kind, a dragon like her. She even looked so much like him, only carrying her mothers gaze. . She was honestly happy for him, finding love and having more children. Her siblings would be amazing, spawns of Hawthorne and Tarben. She wished she was lucky enough to have Lahmer as a mother. Her self esteem couldn't take many more blows, she already felt so small in this big world. Her anger was growing daily, fueled by taunts of her mother or the fear of being so insignificant to her family. Why was she not good enough for her mother? She was not so different from her sister, was she? The more she thought about it, the more it felt like there was a fire in her throat. Choking her as her tears would fall.
Part of her was just waiting to be swept up by a male, though she knew she could not be in a poly relationship. If the man claimed more than one woman, she'd plan to kill the other woman. It was simple to her. She was jealous, and dwelling on the attention of males was all she could do to keep her self esteem somewhat up when mother wasn't around. That's when the pink strand appeared, connected to her chest. Her blue orbs widened a little, surprised by this. She was not meant for the Tarben men, she had a soulmate out there somewhere. A smile grew over her jaws as she rose to her paws and left her den. She hadn't ever left Tarben, so stepping out of the borders was terrifying to her. Her wings extended, and flapped as she lifted from the ground. Her eyes set outward on the Ice Caps. That's where she would go, not far enough that she'd be in danger if this was an enemy wolf, but far enough away to be alone. As she landed, her wings folded on her back. She spit some fire on a freshly fallen tree branch, as if to signal to whomever where she was.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"COLD BLOODED TIL THE LAST BREATH"
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