She fell to her hands and knees, her nails digging into dirt as they sharpened into cat-like claws. Her back arched as the two points of pain burst and wings exploded into view. Her head snapped up in a soundless scream, her pupils thin slits and her teeth elongating into fangs. The man in front of her drew a pistol from his waistband and took a shaky aim. Her attention snapped to him and she snarled, arching into a spring.
It takes a lot for me to put someone in their place, because I’m not a mean person. But if you violate principle after principle of mine that serves the greater good, and if you hurt the ones I love, I will unleash the truth. I patiently perceive people, giving them the benefit of the doubt, time after time; till the protector in me is forced to step up to safeguard the likes of the distraught, disabled, and downtrodden.
When I am silent, there is a storm inside. turning the rage into mental illnesses, like depression, anxiety/panic attacks, PTSD, borderline\ personality disorder. it makes my fibromyalgia flair up and sets off an IBS attack