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Happiness

Happiness was a word Byu hadn't thought about in a long, long time. Yet the faint recollections were there; a loving mate, hatchlings dancing around her feet, Request smiling, always smiling, hanging onto her every word. She associated happiness with family.

Yet she was still surrounded by family now. A different family, of eyes or lack of eyes staring back without reaction, without emotion. She found them to be more comforting then questions and laughter and loud noises. But there was no happiness with them, just a sort of empty comfortableness.

Yet, when she heard a gentle knock at the door, and a quiet voice of Aceysha, she smiled. The very action she associated with happiness. As she let her new family slip away, back to the world they belonged in, she turned to her real family, the family that still was with her.

But the happiness still escaped her.

Enemies by Shinedown
(omg I almost squealed when I heard this bc I recognized it from WWE)

Young Eikre stared down at the harsh, dark, ruthless water that had swallowed up his sister only moments before when he made it one to one. Rama had immediately rushed off with a scramble of claws, looking for someone to help. But Eikre just looked, staring down, fighting back some cruel words that poisoned his mouth.

"It's quite a drop from the top. So how you feeling down there?
It’s a cold, cruel, harsh reality."

When Rama came scrambling back with Autumn in tow, who herself jumped fearlessly into the winter water after the small skydancer, Eikre still didn't move. He was filled with the bitter taste that he always got whenever he saw his sister, his brother. He glanced over at Rama, wondering just how hard it would be to stage his own accident.

Yet there they were coming back up, out of the water, Autumn with Eira. Eikre tried to smile and look happy, but it was bitter. It was angry. It was sad.

"You got the world on its knees
You’re taking all that you please."

They're teenagers, and Eikre watches as Rama hoards his books and Eira pines after a bogsneak who barely casts her an eye. He spends all his time watching, observing, being ignored. The bitter poison that filled him before was still overwhelming. He hated his siblings. He hated his parents. He hated his mentor. He hated his clan.

And he thrived on it. He thrived on the dangerous 'pranks' he played that always got blamed on Hema since no one would think about the off-white skydancer that quietly lurked in the corner, would they? His ideas were just getting better and better, his craft being honed like a knife on a whetstone. He made it fifteen to one already.

His sister and brother took and took and took- and he waited. He waited, in the shadows, waiting for the time to strike.

"It’s twenty to one
Yeah, so you better run!!!"

They're adults now. They've settled with families, all three of them. They've matured. Yet the poison still boils. And soon, so very soon, Eikre would make it twenty to one.