Azurite
Azurite was soft, though she wouldn't tell you that. She'd say that she was strong, that she could crush you under her thumb if she so chose. She was in a good mood, she'd say, you'd live another day. Did she want to hurt? Yes. She wanted to tear and rip and destroy, and nothing could get in her way. Did she want to hurt? No. The people, the places… she was weak, but these she could protect, could save from herself, if she tried. And she wanted to try.