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08-24-2015, 10:07 PM
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Ophelia the Forsaken
I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm
they used to shout my name, now they whisper it Too. Much. The universe was vast, a void far too large for the mortal confines of her mind. She felt the earth beneath her knees, felt her gasping breath expand her ribs, and that was meaningless in the timeline of infinity. Meaningless to the life of thousands of years lived. Barely recognizable or detectable. Her breath was nothing; her beating heart was a statistic; her life was hollow. Memories that were not her own, beyond her years, felt like a weight bearing down on her head, growing and growing until she swore her skull could no longer contain the matter within. It stretched at her bony confines, shattering blood vessels as she desperately sought anything to ground herself back into reality. Tinek's voice was so far away. Everyone was so far away. God of Time... There he was, right in the middle of these memories. She held onto him, working her way deep and removing him one by one until he never existed at all. Every fiber of her being shook with effort, sweat rolling down her white hide, staining it dark. Blood trickled from her nose and ears, gathering over her face, and she wept tears of red. Then, she couldn't hold any longer. Ophelia snapped back, confused and disoriented. She blinked, seeing only a film of red over her eyes, though there were others near here - that much she could feel. "Thank you," she said to her helpers, not sure where they were at all. Carefully, she tried to stand, legs wobbling as she did so and she listened to the world around her. Was that... Torleik? Ophelia turned, able to only see shapes and shadows, and she ran toward the voice, blinking away the blindness slowly. The bear stood in her way, but she was reckless. She aimed her horn directly at the only remaining arm, hearing Roskuld nearby and looking up at her daughter proudly. In her mind, she sought the dark hearth. "TORLEIK?" she murmured, trying to reach him through his own thoughts. "TORLEIK, PLEASE BE CAREFUL..." there were thoughts and feelings unshared, ones that confused her heart. The sentence trailed into more words of affection, but she could not share them now. |
[[ IS SPEAKING TO TOR IN HIS HEAD! NO one else can hear that.
- attacks bear god's remaining front limb]]
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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