tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-01-24 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-01] january, tabitha pryce |
Who: Tabitha Pryce.
What: She's grown angry and restless.
When: 23 January 1980, late at night.
Where: Clearing near the Dark Army camps.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG.
She was growing restless, and angry, and Tabitha was beginning to feel like she was no less trapped than she was in Azkaban. When would she allowed to be free? She had joined this pack to gain the right to kill as she pleased, to be what she was always meant to be, to live without the threat of being silenced and told what they could or could not do. They were still being controlled, weren't they? Controlled, used like a trained pet, only with different people in charge. When had they ever understood werewolves, anyway? No one did. Marius and Walden were the only two of them who listened to her. Maybe she wasn't fit for a pack, after all. Just when she had felt like she had found someplace she belonged... And now that vampire... no, she refused to even think about the child. She didn't know how much longer she could resist the itching desire to rip that filthy creature's head off. Who did she think she was? It disgusted her to have these creatures around the camps, and the werewolf was unable to fathom why Fenrir seemed to favour them. After everything she had done for his pack while he was gone, why couldn't she run freely as she had before? Although he seemed just as impatient as she was about it; she just wished they didn't have to sit here waiting. It was disgraceful to her husband -- she wanted to avenge his death, but how could she do that when she had to keep a low profile? At least she was allowed to go out and kill, but she wanted to play games. She lay on the cold, damp grass in the clearing where Aaron had been buried, having long abandoned her journal, and she stared at the forest that lay beyond the camps. Every day that passed since her husband's death, she thought more and more about leaving, to live as she wanted. But where would she go? What would she do? It was still difficult to come to terms that it would only be 'I' from now on, not 'we' or 'us'... and although Tabitha was quite fond of little Ciara and would enjoy to take her on hunts, nothing could compare to the beauty of hunting together with Aaron. They had always been one step ahead of each other, reading each other's moves, like a pair of synchronised killers. And now -- now, she hated them all. If she couldn't find the one who killed Aaron, then the only solution was to make everyone pay, every last one of those self-righteous humans who believe they were so much better than her. And they would never know the storm that was coming, never be prepared in the face of a werewolf, with all their strength and savagery against their weak and fragile bodies. She was still strong, wasn't she? Yes -- she still had that. She wasn't completely lost, no matter how much she may feel as if she is only half a person, half of what she used to be; she would remain strong for Aaron, even if he was not here. And one day she would break from this pack and be free again, because she knew this was not her place; she was too strong willed to continue listening to orders long. Too independent to play the part of an obedient pet. Tabitha closed her eyes, curled up in the grass, and she dreamed of the taste and destruction of every one of Marlene McKinnon's friends. |