Post by Aurora Arctos on Sept 16, 2021 11:27:22 GMT -5
"AND IF YOU DON'T FUCKING STAY AWAY, I WILL RIP YOUR ARMS FROM YOUR SOCKETS, AND BEAT YOUR MOTHERS TO DEATH WITH THEM!" Aurora roars in rage, her voice ringing out amongst the partially cleared bitt of forest as she heffts a tree-cutting machine above her head, before letting out a more than just feral growl and throwing it towards a crowd of terrified workers, all of whom rather handily dodged the attack. Well. The Arcosian ones did. The... 'prisoners with jobs' that didn't have naturally fast genes were last seen with shocked expressions on their faces before the yellow of the truck covered it. "YOU LITTLE SHITS DON'T LEARN. TELL THAT ASSHOLE BOSS OF YOURS I STILL SAY NO, YOU CANNOT HAVE MY ICE DAMNED FRIENDS' HOMES FOR YOUR SHITTY CASINOS. SERIOUSLY, GET SOME BETTER DECOR, IT'S LIKE THE REIGN OF COLD ALL OVER AGAIN!" She continues to roar at the top of her lungs, voice almost supernaturally loud, as if there were an angry tundra mauler (Read: Bear, but six limbs and bigger) there instead of a petite arcosian woman.
As she watched the workers quickly scramble off, Aurora set about scrapping the machines they had left behind them, stacking them atop each other like a demented sort of jenga tower. "Assholes." She grumbles, dusting her hands off, before sighing. A lot of the fury, and a previously imperceptible sort of energy that had surrounded her, vanishes as she calms down. "You guys alright?" She murmurs, crouching down to the base of a half carved trunk, where a family of small critters cowered. "Come on, you can't stay here. I know, I know. It sucks. And... I'm sorry. But I can't be everywhere, and these incursions are getting worse. Something's changed out there." A hand reaches out to gently pluck the family up and onto her shoulders, the self proclaimed protector of the wilds glancing about at the mess of tree stumps.
They hadn't gotten far... But an hour's work was enough to destroy hundreds of years worth. Trees so old to have been around at the time of Arcosian unification, where generations of animals had lived... Gone in all the time it took for her to race to the edge. It soured her expression, before she sighs and pats one of the critters on her shoulders. "Alright. Come on, you guys. I know a nice tree. Great acorns." She chuckles, moving to step back into the forest before whatever reinforcements arrived.

As she watched the workers quickly scramble off, Aurora set about scrapping the machines they had left behind them, stacking them atop each other like a demented sort of jenga tower. "Assholes." She grumbles, dusting her hands off, before sighing. A lot of the fury, and a previously imperceptible sort of energy that had surrounded her, vanishes as she calms down. "You guys alright?" She murmurs, crouching down to the base of a half carved trunk, where a family of small critters cowered. "Come on, you can't stay here. I know, I know. It sucks. And... I'm sorry. But I can't be everywhere, and these incursions are getting worse. Something's changed out there." A hand reaches out to gently pluck the family up and onto her shoulders, the self proclaimed protector of the wilds glancing about at the mess of tree stumps.
They hadn't gotten far... But an hour's work was enough to destroy hundreds of years worth. Trees so old to have been around at the time of Arcosian unification, where generations of animals had lived... Gone in all the time it took for her to race to the edge. It soured her expression, before she sighs and pats one of the critters on her shoulders. "Alright. Come on, you guys. I know a nice tree. Great acorns." She chuckles, moving to step back into the forest before whatever reinforcements arrived.

The gal lives