Sorata

-what i do know about her thus far
-she eats emotions and comes from a rather dark backround
-at one point was an enemy of the sky runners but Monarch sensed that their was more to her than what even Sorata thought there was
-she is def an example of what happens when one is called a monster long enough that they start to believe it
-took her a long time to come around the trick-oree circus is the newest team of the Sky Runners
-she did not want to lead the circus at all either and tried to avoid it assuming she would inevitably fail
-still struggles with the concept of failure she is often the most down if a mission fails or somebody gets hurt
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this news was to the fae, she could feel it in the air, see it in the way the usually stoic fae’s fins flared in agitation. The Flame Forgers collective was the very same clan that alpha herself escaped from all those years ago after all, Sorata could understand the need for revenge. And there she goes again she thought as once more alpha stopped at her work desk, the knife she usually carried on her person laid out among the mess of half started projects and potentially important clan documents, only to stare at it in a distinctly fae like manner, face blank and fins lowered. Sorata once more had to remind herself not to clear the air, for one as small as the Sky Runners leader she sure is capable of producing allot of feeling, she observed not for the first time with amusement as she tried to reign in her desire to consume the others turmoil. Thoughts of her own hunger soon interrupted when alpa once more spoke.



Alpha closed her eyes and Sorata was once more treated to the unstoppable force of the faes emotions truly a leader she thought shes wants to go, she's holding back.

sheathed the knife “They are warriors and tyrants they will expect any other group to be the same” with a devious tilt to her fins she added “They would never expect a circus”

And there is that delicious hope, Sorata tried but probably failed to discretely breath that one in, to her chagrin the devious fin tilt only grew in deviousness the little fly did that on purpose she internally groaned.



And just like that the conclusion that Sorata new was coming was said aloud, and it still baffled her. This clan had, as far as Sorata was aware, abused alpha for most of her youngling hood effectively denying her of it, so why was she not personally leading the charge to liberate the enslaved herself?








Tiny clawed hands suddenly slammed onto the desk, it is now alphas tern to loom fins spread wide in an aggressive display. Is the room getting hot?




And just like that the air temperature dropped, sadness now permeated the cave that constituted alphas private office. Her head drooped snout touching the desk, she was trembling, her claws dug into the edges of the desk as if that was how she was holding herself up now.



Sorata swallowed hard, sitting back down deflating claws scratching at the ground searching for what to say.

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Alpha rested her own small paw onto the peace offering, fins drooping but no longer displaying extreme emotion. She looks tired Sorata observed.



Sorata couldn’t help but smirk as she got up.