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Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Ophelia - 11-05-2015
RE: Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Blu - 11-05-2015 @Nymeria RE: Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Nymeria - 11-05-2015 She hadn't thought Confutatis would leave. Nymeria had always distantly known that they would not remain together, for more reasons than one. They were too alike, and yet all too different. What Confutatis sought in brute force (and often to her failure) Nymeria chose to do in stealth, in calculated decisions—a roll of the die, a gamble, but only ever made when it was in her favour. Confutatis wanted chaos; Nymeria wanted order, a hierachy with her clearly crowned as Empress. What was the point, after all, in ruling if there was nobody to rule? To devour the world, to crush enemies—it lost the taste of games and took on the taste of needless bloodshed. When Nym was young, she looked up at her mother and saw only a ruler, a god. Now when she looked upon Confutatis, she saw but an old woman, one who clung desperately to her sexuality and passion and yet, for all her efforts—was nothing. Nobody loved her, nobody admired her, nobody cared to live beneath her rule; they didn't fear her, but scorned her. What mother preached she had always failed to attain herself. And yet she understood. That hunger, ingrained in her bones; that desire, thrumming through her blood; she had to rule, had to conquer, had to forge a name. There was no way to adequately explain the relentless need to uphold her bloodline, to be made into legend. It was what had driven her to this decision, this recklessness, so out of nature for her—the decision to plunge into action, heedless of the consequences. Except that was a lie. There had been nothing unplanned about this. The eventuality of failure had been acknowledged and mapped out, as had the remote possibility of success. Aunt Ophelia was regarded by many as something greater than mere mortal, an Ascended, a favored of the gods. Nymeria did not know the details of the Amaranthine's deeds, but she did know her prowress, her skill. When Nymeria tasked herself with an attempted capture, when she decided to make her move, it was not without careful thought. And while she had certainly not expected this furor from her Aunt, she had given it thought too—she would not be going unprepared anywhere. Arguments, defenses, and implorations had already come together in her mind as she trotted towards the Rotunda. Volterra was there. Her heart leaped, rising in fleeting joy—she longed to go to him, to press her body against his, to melt into his caress and his anger and the security of his flank. With mother gone, it was all the more important that they stayed together—and insofar, that had hardly been the case. Ever since their... spat, they had strayed clear of one another. It would soon be time to remedy that; soon be time to come together, and reunite, to coax their plans into action. (Her plans, at least; what Volterra thought of Confutatis' previous desires she wasn't certain.) Now, however, was not the time. As much as her heart and mind reached out to him, she had to focus on carrying out her plan. Without a second glance, she moved by Erthë and Volterra, towards the crux of the problem. "Aunt," she says, soft and gentle, the edges of her voice all sanded off. Placating. Imploring. "I didn't ever think I would best you. I... just didn't know how to get your attention. Please, I'm sorry for any harm I caused." BLOW A KISS / FIRE A GUN
we don't need somebody to lean on OOC: Abstaining from attack but will fight if attacked. RE: Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Ophelia - 11-08-2015
@Nymeria RE: Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Nymeria - 11-08-2015 Anger and hurt waged in equal measure as Ophelia's gaze slid off towards Volterra, her heterochromic eyes softening to rest upon her brother's form. She couldn't believe her—to have the audacity to look away, to look at Volterra with such gentleness, such repose; did she think he was better than her? More favourable than her? Why did this always happen? Why did they never see her for what she was, who she was? It's the skull, she thought, her heart hardening and her gut wrenching (she felt as if she might deposit the contents of her stomach on the soil at her hooves); if I had not this fucking skull painted on my head, I would never have these problems. The extent of her mother's influence was incorrigible, indivisible, from herself; it was tattooed in the white emblazoned on her forehead, imprinted on her cheeks, no matter her actions, no matter her choices.
@OpheliaPeople saw what they wanted to see. And her aunt was no different. Nymeria inhaled slowly and exhaled sharply, her red eyes meeting Ophelia's heterochromic ones. They contained nothing of the growing furor within, the chaotic and blooming rage set deep within her heart and spreading like a plague through every cell of her body. If she were to mirror Ophelia's anger, nothing would be made today but her first enemy—and that had never been her intention, although Ophelia had certainly leapt to that conclusion. All she had wanted to do was her prove herself—and what better way than to capture the most renowned spy in all of Helovia? Still, Ophelia acted like a petulant fucking child, raging, storming, oblivious to anything but her own actions. Blood continued to drip from what seemed to be every orifice; Nymeria wondered how she had been gifted with that magic. It was a strange one, and had she been someone different perhaps more intimidating—but she had long been acquainted with blood. She demanded truth, threatened assault; did she act this way with everyone? If Nymeria had been someone different, someone Ophelia didn't know, would she have responded with such raw anger? The skull-faced daughter said nothing in response (not yet), even while she ached to bite back, to defend herself, to correct the unicorn's interpretations of her "misdemeanours". Instead, she drew up and proofread answers—although whether or not the Amaranthine would choose to accept them... Not likely, considering the way things were moving. Nymeria's teeth flashed in a wolfish smile, the only expression of her scorn, her complete disdain for her aunt's actions; she stepped forward, not once but twice, seeking to play Ophelia's own words against her. When she speaks, it is quietly and sharply, cold and accusatory. "If you want the truth, read my thoughts. Realize that when I was at the Edge that day, I needed help—your help, your guidance, and you didn't see it. Recognize that I was planning on stealing nothing from you; that I wanted to capture you to show I had potential, that I could be something more, that I might be worthy of your mentorship." The grullo glanced towards her brother, hesitated, and then sighed. "I'm not my fucking mother. If you need to read my mind to figure that out, then you're welcome to." BLOW A KISS / FIRE A GUN
we don't need somebody to lean on RE: Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Ophelia - 11-08-2015
@Nymeria RE: Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Nymeria - 11-08-2015 Her aunt's laugh hit her like a slap in the face.
@OpheliaIt stung. Nymeria blinked, her eyes itching to slink away from the older woman's. The air that had swelled her up felt to be diminishing—and she fought for it, desperately patching up the leaks as they came. I've done nothing wrong, the skull-faced told herself. It's not... A surge of fire burned through her arteries and ventrioles, a flash of energy sent by Lilómiel. It was enough to halt her pride's recession, enough to proficiently halt the way she had begun to bend and crumble beneath the Amaranthine's will. The sharpness and cruelty with which Ophelia spoke changed nothing. Her brazen desire to utterly quash Nymeria's independent thought was ridiculous. It was she who was the child, not Nymeria; it was Ophelia who crowed of her own maturity while feeling the need to beat someone who was hardly an adult into submission. It was fucking pathetic, that's what it was; or so Lilómiel thought, by the careful prodding and poking of Nymeria's mind, the casual manipulation of his bonded. The skull-faced mare raised the walls around her mind, built up the fortress she kept her most private thoughts and feelings, cloaked away from Lil's pryings. She would learn from underestimating her aunt, and remember what the encounter said of her aunt. (Which was, for now, that she was hardly worthy of the respect the younger Nym had thought she deserved.) It's nothing to do with the skull on your face. Sure. Sure it wasn't. Not like you treated Volterra like a fucking hero. She clamped down on the urge to spit back some foolish, something arrogant; Ophelia already thought her a fucking brat. Or maybe I should live up to that? If Ophelia honestly... stop thinking. She might be groping around in your head still. How would she know? How could she tell? There had been no sudden difference when the Forsaken ripped into the meat of her cerebrum, tore free the most malicious of her recent beliefs. Nymeria's gaze skittered towards the bystanders; she wondered if they wanted a fight. "I'm sorry for misjudging what was right and wrong," the grullo finally said, settling on the answer she felt most sincere and appropriate for the occasion. "I appreciate your open-mindedness. This won't happen again." With a final low, long sigh, Nymeria attempted to back away and slip off towards Volterra and the others nearby. BLOW A KISS / FIRE A GUN
we don't need somebody to lean on OOC: Attempted exit RE: Like fool like daughter [Nymeria Challenge] - Official - 11-08-2015 |