( it burns through her veins as though it’s a disease, but it is something
incurable, it’s something sticking to her & though the feeling of power is
something which is luscious to her on the full moon, the indescribable
feeling of worry takes a hollow place in her stomach, she hadn’t want-
ed to hurt anyone. thus why she i stood in the woods with malia, her
alpha. )
‘ malia, it feels as though it’s burning through me.
and I don’t know how to control it.’
( she’s trying the breathing excersizes she had been advised, though, they
weren’t working ; she just wanted reassurance from the girl who gave
her this. something to keep her mind from wandering to chains and
SHACKLES to keep her from hurting the people she loves. but it’s
also that thought which keeps her sane, that she may hurt someone
she loves. lids shut over cocoa hues in an attempt at soothing herself.
and despite having faith that it had dissipated, she opens eyes to feel
it there ; the cerulean bleeding into her eyes. FEAR takes place now
as she turns to the other, the experienced coyote in a means for her
to somehow fix it. )
‘malia, please help ; i can’t stop it.’
“ The only way to stop it would be to kill yourself.
But -- uh with the whole healing thing I very much recommend not. ”
An agile glance was cast upon the new born coyote. However, not like a mother staring at its unbalanced child, did she feel. No ---- in fact, it seemed to resemble the devastation of... learning your child was different, that nurturing such marginal babe would take an incredible toll on freedom. On her already messed up emotional scheme. The whole thing was messed up, and Allison being the child she never desired, Malia felt fragile.
But responsibilities awaited. She wondered if her father had gone under current of the news. Of his daughter becoming his prey. She relinquished in that emotion, that viciousness which she craved. You see, Malia had rested in a stranger laps for years and called this ignorant her father. She felt weak when she felt----when she felt for him, she felt guilt, she felt love, she felt like she'd missed him. And boy was it complex, her chest crackling under dry pressure. But he lied to her, and she would always be wary, always see things differently.
She bathed in her imagination, the desperation in Allison's father eyes, how he'd come to realize she was breathing through corrupted lungs too. His conflict, his cold, cold eyes resting on hers that used to be so warm and inviting but now were not. And that--- for a bite, for her bite.
She wondered if he'd come to hate Malia, even though Allison was merely paying the price of a second life. An animal, a monstrous existence. Would he bear look at her with the memory of the ancient Allison? Would he ever feel proud about her again?
Malia snarled, she didn't know how to make this happen. She could do Derek's way. But perhaps this was not appropriate for girls, girls other than herself. Still, Scott was unsuccessful and she had no other idea. Hence came a hard kick on the baby's calve her hand groping at the bony neck, luminescent under the opaque moonlight. She twisted rapidly, Argent thudding through a pack of leaves.
“ This is going to be like learning to bike. ”
Clawed fingers clamped at her shoulders, pining her to the ground. A mischievous grin smudged her desert tanned skin, as she commanded Allison to unleash it. Let it A L L out.
