A Guilty Thief

He looked remorseful, but it had no effect to the fire burning within Kiada’s chest. She felt lied to, manipulated. Had he simply aimed to be her friend to take an item of hers? And why had he stuck around to give it back? Was it useless to anyone but her? The rage burned deep within her, flaming against pools of disgust and frustration. She felt her ears pin back as his voice began rise to acknowledge her. All the while, Khairi sat in a tree up above, glaring down with his blood red gaze, huffing to himself with puffed up feathers – the anger fueling him as well. The cold felt like a simple breeze to her as her fires remained vibrant against her spine with the prowling wolves. “Do you remember how you spoke of a way this land could possibly give it back to you?” He asked of her, and she simply felt him to be not in a place to ask her such questions. She pinned her ears harder, wanting to ignore whatever he had to say, but the voice continued to penetrate her weak attempts at closing him out. He spoke of eyes telling him to steal something from someone, yet all she simply felt was the rage begin to grow. “But you were my friend.” Her voice was no longer full of demands, instead it sounded pained and sorrowful. Despite the fact she had just met him yesterday, there was something about him that she felt drawn to – as though she had someone that understood what it was like to be made into something you weren’t. Perhaps his theft for a trial or whatever begged him to do such a thing had gotten so demanding that it must have been done that day. But she ignored all reason, and instead felt the blackened tar ebb and flow around her heart and her insides, adding fuel to the rage, reminding her that she needed to convince someone that she hated them. And while it would take awhile for Kiada to forgive Roscorro for this act, she in turn could help herself. Yet Roscorro continued to speak, mentioning that he should have accepted their punishment and betraying her friendship and trust. She simply nodded her dark head, eyes boring holes into the stallion. “You could have stolen from someone you didn’t know – it’s not that hard.” She huffed, muscles clenching as she refused to show anything else other than her fury. “My mother stole from strangers all the time, but she never stole from her friends.” The icy gaze she carried began to glare. She didn’t want to punish him, she didn’t want any of this to happen, but she knew that she never wanted to see his face again. In an effort to protect herself further, she let her eyes let go of him as she lowered her dark head to her shoulder guard, activating it so the rose gold armor spread across the top half of her body. Then, as she willed it, her bladed wings sprung from her spine, covering her body and reopening the wounds along her spine from her previous attempts at using it. She only flinched slightly before the blood began to seep over the armor. Then, her eyes found him again, the anger making the pain she felt in her shoulders almost nonexistent as he held out her crown to him. “Hate isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for you right now.” She hissed under her breath, her eyes never leaving him as Khairi swooped down to grab the faceplate and attach it to Kiada’s face, delicately placing it over her horn and securing it. Then, Kiada activated the flames along the blades, the blue-black fires burning with a similar rage as her spine as it worked to cauterize the wounds she opened from her blades. “I never want to see you again Roscorro.” She growled, waiting for him to leave before she would let her eyes off of him. "Talk." Kiada she had a wild, wandering soul but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference.

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@Roscorro ahh this is all over the place ;_; my heart hurt writing it, im SO SORRY ROSCORROOOO

TROY FALLS A THOUSAND TIMES,
IN EVERY DREAM I DREAM.
(LIKE ASHES, LIKE ASHES,
LIKE A STAR BURNING OUT.)