The Way Things Are...
Reveria has had a tough time over the past week or so. People she thought were her friends before death no longer are, others are taunting or lying to those most dear to her. This is a look at how devastated, hurt, confused... And more she feels.
Dull thuds sounded out one after the other, the pacing of which seemed to slow and then speed up, slow and then speed up. Tonight was much like any other night since her return, a sliver of the moon hung in the sky, stars shone down, inky dark surrounded the ranch. The various creatures that were stabled here by Thaenla paid no heed to Reveria, seems this happened enough they’d grown accustomed to it. The druidess was pounding her fists, elbows, knees, feet over and over into a padded post she’d rigged up as a training dummy, fluid motions guiding her through a series of maneuvers over and over, meant to calm her but... Tonight even the practice couldn’t calm her restless mind.
The druidess’ brow was snarled up into an angry looking bunch, fanged teeth gritted as she thought over the events of the past week. Try as she might to think about the time she spent happily with friends or otherwise, her mind kept returning to that night in the Lamb. She thought she’d known what heart ache and betrayal felt like but in reality, she’d had no clue. Not really. After her return from death, Thaenla and Vlos had told her that one of her dearest friends, or so she’d thought, had railed and adamantly fought against the idea of returning Reveria to life. The druidess could hardly believe it, didn’t want to believe it, because that would mean someone she had held dear no longer cared. The woman’s face flashed in her mind with each punch, a snarl escaping with one hit, choked hard fought sobs the next.
Ellewelune Sunweaver. The ‘ren’dorei’s’ words at the Lamb haunted Reveria every waking moment. ‘Have all your bits and pieces in place? Beating heart and all that?’ The greeting of someone she’d thought was a good friend, the first time she’d seen her after death. Her reply ‘Why wouldn’t they be?’ With a raised brow, only to be dismissed like an animal. ‘They’re waiting for you at the bar.’ And that had been the end of it. She had thought about saying more, about expounding on her pain but... Thae had told her Elle thought she was crazy. That coming back would only intensify that insanity. So in the end, Reveria was true to herself, defiant even in pain. She’d walked away and joined Thae at the bar, utterly confused and heart broken. They’d left, only to be confronted by Narscissa, who the time Rev spoke to her was calling her out, and then beating her into the ground. The confrontation saw both Thae and Vlos leave, leaving a reeling Reveria to attempt to mend a bridge she wasn’t even sure she wanted mended. She wasn’t trying to burn any more bridges though, so she’d done what she thought was right.
‘Who the fuck does she think she is?!’ Reveria slammed her knee into the pillar, a distinct cracking heard as the wood began to splinter. ‘She always said I was a friend, always liked having me around.’ Thwack! The sound of more splintering along with a snarl as the druidess smashed a fist into the post. ‘You always defended her when people told you she was like this... When they said she was two faced. Now you know the truth... How does that make you feel?’ Reveria let out a savage, yet anguished cry, shifting into her bear form mid swing, the roar carrying over to echo through the dark landscape. Her body smashed into the post, splintering it in half before her paws and savagely fanged maw began pummeling it into fragments, into nothingness as her pain was made evident. Even after the post and padding were little more than shreds of cloth and tiny splinters, the druidess continued bashing her paws into the ground for a time.
Finally, she shifted back, landing on her backside as she pulled her knees and legs in tight to her chest. Her clawed fingers found the fresh scars on her shin and she began to claw them open, violet blood seeping through her fingers and along her pale flesh. Her inky black eyes closed as she sucked in air and blew it out in a rhythmic fashion. She clawed harder, deeper, more painfully... Though the pain cut through the turmoil within her mind, leaving her with faintly curled, trembling lips. Her breaths soon turned into sighs as she savored the pain that cleared the fog from her mind. ‘Fuck it, fuck her, fuck everything about her.’ If Ellewelune was determined to see her as a slobbering ghoul, then Reveria would disappoint her. She’d pay the bitch no mind and go about her life. The pain let her think clearly and in the clarity she saw the sad truth. ‘You don’t need her. She brings nothing to your life. Leave it. Leave her in the past.’ Releasing a hand from a shin, her black hues fluttered open, watching the violet blood drip from claws as she nodded to herself. ‘The ones that actually care about you are inside, don’t let your hurt feelings drive you from them.’ The druidess sat another moment, savoring the last throes of pain before she stood, claws still dripping violet blood, turning to make her way back into the ranch.
