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Roleplayers: Alanna the Pirate Queen & Veijari Starling
Area or Location: Edge Deep Forest near Whitefall Mountains
Herla Involved: Aerowyn Sweet, Mircalla

Aerowyn stalked through the trees blindly, anger coursing through her heart. How could he be so clueless?! So stupid?! How could HE have sired HER?! She was the coolest, brightest, awesomest doe in the forest... he should be HONORED to have her for a daughter! But no, even when his own mother told him she was his, he denied it. Siedel was proud of her! Even her uncle Vatican was proud of her, and he can't even feel! Stomping out her frustration, Aerowyn launched onto her front hooves and kicked a nearby tree with all her might. It shook and a couple leaves slowly drifted to the ground. She watched them in contempt and slashed at them with her horns before continuing on her way.

As she walked, the sound of her hoofbeats began to echo through her mind and a song popped into her head. "What... did I ever do to you... that you should treat me this way..." she spat and began to tap out a rhythm on the cold, hard ground. "Is it really such a crime, for an angel, to speak his mind...?" the song continued as she searched for a boulder or log to continue the routine on. She had to get it out, she had to tap until she collapsed or the anger would consume her and she wasn't sure what would happen then, but she was sure it wouldn't be pretty.

((This is the song she is singing/tapping out btw... <3 ))

The stage she needed wasn't far. In fact, a perfectly sized boulder appeared through the trees as though a higher being saw her strife and provided her with an outlet. Jumping onto it, she continued the song and dance, every bit as forceful as before. The words were hers, and yet they weren't. It was like the words had already existed somewhere, like she was somehow pulling them out of a box that has long been forgotten.

The tapping that accompanied was angry and tribal, as uncontrollable as the song. It accentuated the words, never drowning them out. "I'm just like you... I'm made by him... Despised by they... I'm almost me," she sang with a slight quiver to voice, as though the emotion that had been building up in her for her entire life threatened her very existence. How DARE he not want her! She was perfect! She was a SWEET, the best of the best! They could have been great, they could have been a band! But no... he turned her away. She was a nothing, a no-one... her own father didn't even want her.

"These tears are real... I'm jealousy... I'm spite and hate... To the core I'm mean..." she sang on, her voice growing angrier as she realized the wetness on her face wasn't sweat, but tears. Flinging her head, as though shooing a million annoying flies, she flicked the tears away and continued. Once started, a song had to go to its natural end. The dancing became heavier, more languid, as the tears ran stronger. The words slowed to a whisper and finished with her standing on her rocky stage, shaking, "Don't touch me,
I couldn't bear the thought of it now.... touch me touch me touch me... don't touch me touch me touch me." Suddenly, her knees couldn't hold her anymore and she lady down on the rock with a thud, hiding her face and her angry tears in her legs. Never for a second did she think someone might be around to witness her moment of weakness.