Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20171104061940/@comment-26383377-20171125054728

Akata let out a loud, surprised shriek, as she staggered backwards, knocking over her chair, and spilling the lovely soup that Tiral had made for her.

Her eyes darted between the blown door, and the bleeding Tiral, her hands were clutching the kitchen counter. Some shards of rock had managed to get past Tiral, despite his valiant attempt. They were minor cuts, but a series of new cuts had appeared on Akata's face and arms, dropping blood onto the floor...

Emotions, there were too many of them. A sudden burst of feeling flooding into Akata's mind. The first was shock, from Tiral's loud yell. The second was confusion, as she was thrown back from the table, and smoke had polluted the air inside the lodge. The third was a slight sense of... grief? Was she grieving over the pain that Tiral was experiencing? That couldn't be, he was an abomination, a horrid tribal, she couldn't..

And suddenly, there was an explosion in her chest. A burning, stinging feeling that shot through her whole body. It numbed her mind, and sent shivers down her shaking limbs. The fourth, and most unstable emotion had emerged.

Anger

Sheer, pure, unfiltered, unmasked, anger. Rage of the most violent sort. Her shocked gasp had turned into a deep, fierce growl. Her surprised, gaping mouth, had shut tight, and she stared to grind her teeth. Akata's fists were clenched tightly, and her eyes adopted a wild, furious look. Her breathing quickened, and increased in volume, she inhaled quickly, and exhaled he breath with a snarl.

Akata's body was slowly building up a reservoir of anger, and rage. It was accumulating, increasing. It was building up, fast...