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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]onyx was furious. the white wolf always had a bit of an attitude problem, but this time she was glowering with rage she could barely contain. these violent bursts of energy she occasionally had were nothing more than an inconvenience, but of course she had to deal with them some way before she made a scene (eg. kill someone). baring her teeth, she grabbed some matches she had scavenged earlier and a stack of printer paper from the trash to throw them into a ratty misused satchel, and stormed off into the forest.
she looked for a dry spot - it had rained yesterday so the ground was damp and pushing up around the white down of her paws. there was one on a slightly raised mound of earth near the center, and onyx dropped the bag full of matches she was carrying and wasted no time digging her paws into the dirt to rip out chunks of grass.
she plunged her teeth into the soft cushion of her bottom lip and growled, animalistic with the thirst for what was to come, to satiate this all-consuming anger. she thrusted her claws into it, mud forcing itself between her nails and the pads of her paws as she clawed at the ground until there was a large shallow circle cleared before her.
she had to leave the clearing in search of dry wood she could use for tinder, which turns out to be a difficult task. every moment she spent idle was an opportunity for the rage she harbored to grow restless, to overwhelm her with anticipation and anxiety and a pain that’s all too satisfying. by the time she had a small armful of bark and branches, she was shaking with exhaustion, bones aching and muscles telling her to stop. she never listened.
her arms were almost useless when she set to work building a teepee from sticks, smaller pieces of wood lining the base of the little structure, some cardboard scraps and printer paper for kindling. her patience had long since run short once she finished off the circle with some stones.
she was sloppy with the lighter fluid, shaking violently and near the point of hyperventilation, sloshing it messily over the teepee, probably dousing the ground more than the wood. she fiddled with the matches, shaking as she struck it and threw it into the center of the pit.
shoulders heaving, she watched with golden eyes as the small flame she produced sparked to life, the crackling of the embers calming her nerves. the lighter was cast aside in the dewy grass next to her, along with scattered printer paper and her soiled bag.
blinking, the small girl relaxed and felt the grogginess overwhelm her slowly dying fury like night engulfing the sunset with midnight blue and black. her face flushed as she let the heat of the tiny fire put her into a somber trance. [/justify][/fancypost]
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