Sea of Emotions - OOC

Exyda finds herself on a perch overlooking the Academy Arena, facing towards the vast forests reaching out across Corbos. Today she sought to change her ritual focus - deciding to move beyond her failures in the ring - her mind is let off its leash as it craws out through the wilds. Quieting her inner storm, she senses the nearby insects and bugs crawling and weaving thru the trees and ground, mindlessly going forth with their lives, no fear no feelings - as a predator swoops down and ends their lives without warning, she smirks a bit.
"..Peace is a lie..."
 
The words echo through her mental fortress, echoing against the envisioned grey wasteland - her mental imagery of her state of being - the emptiness chills her, her eyes drift closed, finding the predator that had murdered for survival, following it through the air, a projectile flies past the beast, and fear clenches the animals emotion, it moves faster, more aggressively trying to survive, again a smirk cracks her stoic and focused mantle.
"..There is only passion..."
 
Again the words echo through her mind, echoing with a fierce low rumble - a storm on the edge of her thoughts - a new voice intrudes across her mindscape:
A cold, sinister deep voice bursts thru her emptiness "...child."
 
The white walls of her scape crack and crumble as the earthquake of the voice rip through the emptiness, the still waters eb and flow, crashing against the edges and rocks now emerging and marring her sea of emotions. Only as the first voice fades another thunders through as a bolt of lightning strikes the center of her mind's eye, blinding her imagination.
 
"...you are the dirt, that I walk upon"
 
Her teeth clench, as she recognizes the voices - her masters - potently haunted her forethought even when isolated. She had trouble determining if she hated them for their intrusion and control over her, or hated herself more for letting them. Her mindscape nothing but a raging storm, her breathing moving in stride with the crashing waves, rapidly and heavy. Her mind spiraling further down a path she resisted, feeling as she tumbled through the crashing waves.
 
"I embrace the darkness"
 
She whispered to herself, letting her mind be swallowed in the imagery that played through it, letting it flow through and fill her body with her smoldering rage, her echoing fears, her helplessness, her panic. Finding herself only in the turmoil of her emotions, her eyes snapped open, she answered a cold answer to herself
 
"This is my choice..."
 
Finally standing up from her trance, it is only now she notices a few dozen char marks around her and a slight odor of ozone and fresh heat dance upon the air. Clenching her jaw, she steps away from her perch, silently.