ragesagainsttheodds: (53 - Pout)
Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds ([personal profile] ragesagainsttheodds) wrote in [personal profile] crowboy 2020-09-09 02:46 pm (UTC)

successful non-frenzy, woo

Ren felt her stomach lurch.

The emotion rose in her throat. The latent wolf that was always with her, baying against what felt unfair it was always so unfair. Why wasn't she allowed to have what she wanted? Why did she had to hide and slink in the shadows pretending that she didn't want what she did? Why did she had to hide? Ren could feel her hands shaking with scarcely repressed fear and rage.

Oh fuck. This was it.

Ren was boisterous. Ren was loud. Ren was a fucking headache of a girl to deal with. But the ghost of her sat on Corbin's bed looked about ready to throw up as she whispered; "I'm not allowed that."

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