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Mar. 1st, 2011 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meddlesSomewhere in the back of her mind, even Kanaya was shocked with what had just transpired. This body was still new to her, and in large part she was acting on instinct. The moment she had seen Eridan she had gone completely berserk with bloodlust. She certainly hadn't meant to harm Gamzee the way she did, and while she did take a small degree of satisfaction in punching Vriska, that hadn't been intended either. It had all occurred because of her desire, her need to rip Eridan apart.
She looked down at the bloody remains of said troll with no hint of remorse, her chest heaving and body pumped with adrenaline. There was something so viscerally satisfying in this. All those sweeps of being the patient one, being the calm one, being the docile one. It seemed in the end, she was still just as much a troll as anyone else and Eridan had finally been the one to unearth this part of her.
He was the troll who had not only killed her, but Feferi and all the hopes they had of ensuring the safety of their species. Disgust poured throughout her and she spit out the bit of his blood she had applied on her lips. No, she didn't want anything to do even with his rich blood.
She gave herself a few more moments to gather herself, when she suddenly remembered something. She turned her head slightly to look at where Vriska was, on the ground.
That was right.
She had an audience.
She looked down at the bloody remains of said troll with no hint of remorse, her chest heaving and body pumped with adrenaline. There was something so viscerally satisfying in this. All those sweeps of being the patient one, being the calm one, being the docile one. It seemed in the end, she was still just as much a troll as anyone else and Eridan had finally been the one to unearth this part of her.
He was the troll who had not only killed her, but Feferi and all the hopes they had of ensuring the safety of their species. Disgust poured throughout her and she spit out the bit of his blood she had applied on her lips. No, she didn't want anything to do even with his rich blood.
She gave herself a few more moments to gather herself, when she suddenly remembered something. She turned her head slightly to look at where Vriska was, on the ground.
That was right.
She had an audience.
