Post by Jewel on Sept 14, 2016 0:06:57 GMT -5
((Set before "Cure". Azalea only.))
Thea did try to balance her Pack time and her Guild life, but usually that perfectly-balanced beam tottered like see-saw. For the Guild, she smelled like a pack wolf. And more than likely, for the pack she reeked of rogue. Actually, just today when she came across a rogue that stood too close to the pack borders, said rogue mistook her for an Outsider, sneering at how a pack of the New Dawn's status had to have rogues protect them.
Which had Thea nearly rip his face off. But she didn't. Considering her tendency to blow up in a fit of curses and physical blows, her mother would have called it an improvement.
Lately, she's been feeling a bit stressed. It seems that the Guild just wanted to rub her the wrong way, and enjoyed doing it, too. Every time she turned around someone was making a snide comment about her mother. Defending Selena. Sypathizing with everyone that had been "hurt" and sneering at Thea who was quick to attempt to put them in their places. God, she hated it when people made assumptions. Or when they knew all sides of the story, they still didn't see why her mother and step-father fell in love.
Her fists clenched just thinking about it.
The standard paperwork for her "Warrior Logs" - as she so poetically called them - crinkled in a vicious sound, but she didn't think that Aza would mind. If she was in her office at all. Not that she didn't blame her for not being in there. Thea, herself, had an office in the Guild, being Selena's left-hand-gal and all. Though she didn't use it. In fact, the last time that she was in there was to spitefully hang up pictures of her mother and her, letting the sharp edges of where scissors have met the picture remind any and all that came in there where her loyalties stood - with her mother, and not her father.
Though she always kept the door locked. After all, Selena would probably waltz in, or Drogo come barging in, or Kenneth just passing through - all three probably being all nosy and stuff - and nearly die in shock that the bane of the Guild's existence was plastered all over the walls of a room. Not that Thea cared if they saw, but she didn't want to yell about it anymore. No matter how loud she was, they couldn't get it into their thick skulls that she was tired of hearing her family being talked about.
"So much for respect," she spat, glaring down at the scratchy handwriting on the otherwise formal Times New Roman fonted blank lines. And then in a high-pitched voice, she muttered, "You have to give me respect before you can come in the Guild. Oh, Thea, I'm so happy that your friend gave me the ability to walk, but I'm still going to call your mother a b*tch to your face." After that, she growled, and smoothed out the paper on her raised knee and slamming her foot down before knocking on Azalea's office door.
"Thank whoever is listening I love the woman. Otherwise I would have snapped."
Thea did try to balance her Pack time and her Guild life, but usually that perfectly-balanced beam tottered like see-saw. For the Guild, she smelled like a pack wolf. And more than likely, for the pack she reeked of rogue. Actually, just today when she came across a rogue that stood too close to the pack borders, said rogue mistook her for an Outsider, sneering at how a pack of the New Dawn's status had to have rogues protect them.
Which had Thea nearly rip his face off. But she didn't. Considering her tendency to blow up in a fit of curses and physical blows, her mother would have called it an improvement.
Lately, she's been feeling a bit stressed. It seems that the Guild just wanted to rub her the wrong way, and enjoyed doing it, too. Every time she turned around someone was making a snide comment about her mother. Defending Selena. Sypathizing with everyone that had been "hurt" and sneering at Thea who was quick to attempt to put them in their places. God, she hated it when people made assumptions. Or when they knew all sides of the story, they still didn't see why her mother and step-father fell in love.
Her fists clenched just thinking about it.
The standard paperwork for her "Warrior Logs" - as she so poetically called them - crinkled in a vicious sound, but she didn't think that Aza would mind. If she was in her office at all. Not that she didn't blame her for not being in there. Thea, herself, had an office in the Guild, being Selena's left-hand-gal and all. Though she didn't use it. In fact, the last time that she was in there was to spitefully hang up pictures of her mother and her, letting the sharp edges of where scissors have met the picture remind any and all that came in there where her loyalties stood - with her mother, and not her father.
Though she always kept the door locked. After all, Selena would probably waltz in, or Drogo come barging in, or Kenneth just passing through - all three probably being all nosy and stuff - and nearly die in shock that the bane of the Guild's existence was plastered all over the walls of a room. Not that Thea cared if they saw, but she didn't want to yell about it anymore. No matter how loud she was, they couldn't get it into their thick skulls that she was tired of hearing her family being talked about.
"So much for respect," she spat, glaring down at the scratchy handwriting on the otherwise formal Times New Roman fonted blank lines. And then in a high-pitched voice, she muttered, "You have to give me respect before you can come in the Guild. Oh, Thea, I'm so happy that your friend gave me the ability to walk, but I'm still going to call your mother a b*tch to your face." After that, she growled, and smoothed out the paper on her raised knee and slamming her foot down before knocking on Azalea's office door.
"Thank whoever is listening I love the woman. Otherwise I would have snapped."