We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;
Mira wasn't quite prepared to feel as strongly about the story that Raven had told. Yet it struck just the right chords within those somewhat fresh memories stored within her mind. Wouldn't anyone with half a heart? Especially with all of these powers at their disposal, why couldn't they bring a little good to the injustices of the world. She was certainly no superhero, but sometimes don't you just feel that itch to do... something? Yeah, the world wasn't fair, it was never built to be so, but did that mean the bad guys couldn't suffer from time to time? To the Mira, the answer was a resounding yes. To feel the heat turned back upon the villains for a change. The line between good and evil was truly debatable and Mira's own morals certainly were not the most true, even she could not deny that. Yet, to have those voiceless turn around and fight back for once. Call her a sucker for fighting for the underdog.
This was the first time Mira ever used her powers in such close proximity to the Ark, she was more than little apprehensive of the sheer amount of damage she could do. The memory of that forest lingering like a fresh, tiny nagging reminder of when she lost control. She was not that same person as she was that night, she had far more control than she once did. But that burning fire that heats within her, it needed an outlet, that steady building that threatens to combust. She put that rising feeling into those stacked pallets, that thought focused within them. With that mere thought alone, they combusted in a sudden violent burst of vicious flames. It did not take long for that chaos ensued, but those pallets were thankfully far enough away from anything important to truly cause a true quandary. She could feel that dried wood suddenly combusts from the inside out, felt the heat build steadily before it was reduced to nothing but glowing cinder. A gentle sigh masked within an exhale escapes Mira then, that frown lingering upon her feminine features as her gaze seemed hypnotized upon that very scene. There was a certain tension that coiled and built within her as those thoughts whirred within, her own experience like dried kindling to that fire inside. She truly should not be affording herself this anger. Those powers that dwelled within her were far too dangerous to unleash it upon the world.
It was easy to start fires, not so easy to put them out. Wasn't that the case with most things in this world?
Surely there needed to be something that they could do, those very thoughts the only ones she allows to fall from her lips then. It was that soft mumbling that garners those vibrant golden eyes to make purchase upon the troubled Raven once more. The other woman, it would seem struggles with the very thought process, the very words almost uttered in a certain emotion filled desperation. Yet desperate times, surely called for desperate measures. Mira herself, wasn't entirely convinced that this was their battle to fight and yet. She felt it resolutely in her gut that that sordid auction house was all kinds of wrong. Did it affect them directly, no. Could it? Absolutely.
That very frustration was very much apparent on Raven's sweet face as she began her pacing once more. Mira in a bid for her own self-control, she drew in a lung filled breath, allowing her arms to cross lightly over her chest as the other wolf processed those pertinent emotions. When her companion had stopped that pacing Mira wordlessly walked toward her, a comforting steady presence. How many times that woman wished someone would have done that for her.
How curious Mira was of that plan Raven had brewed within her head, tipping her head slightly, watching as the woman spoke with a neutral resolve to encourage her to speak. "You think we could make a big enough difference?" If they could help a few lives destined to slavery, would that be worth it? How she considered all those options all at once, weighing out the risks only briefly.
They made their way to the garage, Mira could hardly help but ogle Tetradore's impressive fleet of fanciful car as they did, stashed away like cherished treasures. They were in mint condition, not a smudge marred their glossy surfaces. They looked like sleeping dragons, such dormant power lay beneath those armored hoods. What it would feel like to feel that horsepower at her disposal, that woman certainly possessing a distinct need for speed. There was an almost eager anticipation to see what little getaway vehicle they would be taking.
The two women ignored the sexy army of cars as the companions strode to what she could only assume was Raven's vibrant blue car. She was hardly privy that Raven had a vehicle although it made the most sense that she did. That vehicle seemed to chirp happily at them in greeting. The spilling, illuminating white lights overhead like glowing spot lights beaming down upon them as though they saw all, as though they could possess their secrets. It was a good thing that nothing in this room couldn't talk. It would produce too many questions, none she suspected neither of them had the answers to. Although a mini army could do them some good now. Mira strode assuredly to the opposite side of the car, toward the passenger side their eyes locked over the roof of the car in a genuine exchange. How she could practically feel her fellow wolf's anxiety then as those words so spilled from her.
"As your pack mate and friend, hell yes I do." To her, that answer was incredibly simple, this was clearly important to her, that plight nothing but infectious. That very resolve still strung true within her nevertheless that she-wolf very rarely wavered once her mind was set.
"We will have nothing to worry, we just can't get caught. If they can't see us they certainly cannot come after us now could they?" There was a sudden mischievous gleam that flashed within her glowing gaze then as that certain eagerness sweeps over her. She surely didn't anticipate an evening like this and yet perhaps this was exactly what she needed to let off a little steam.
"Relax Raven.. You know.. all you had to do was ask. I've got your back." Mira assured easily.
They hit the road and Mira couldn't help but noticed how... slow they were driving. At least slower than she would like, the brunette began to fiddle. Her fingertips toying absent mindedly with the seam of a pair of her fitted, well-worn jeans. Oh, she couldn't bare it any longer. She parted her lush lips to speak in the form of a leisurely tease while her lips quirk into a mischievous grin.
"Okay, please don't take this the wrong way... but can we at least beat grandma?"
I'd rather be dangerous;