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05-07-2014, 10:41 AM
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A lifeless face that you'll soon forget Ophelia had resumed her search for her daughter. She could not help but feel that she was running in circles, but she had to try. Trying was all that mattered since actions mattered. Trying was an action. The universe could forgive her crimes if she actively set forth to make it better, yes? Unknowingly, she had started down the same road her father had taken when he had left the brutal land of fire, Dorngarrow. He had tried to right all of his wrongs through good, family, love, herd, protecting those he cared about and righting the wrongs of the universe. Inside the soul, something was still slightly amiss, but the trying was what counted, right? Now, his mate laid dead by his own actions, though Ophelia had not quite discovered that truth yet. The irony is that we cannot escape our fates, and we cannot work against our own destinies. We are toiling against the machine of the universe, and our efforts bring us in a continuation of circles - some small and some large, like a Spirograph. The birds-eye view of life is not liberating. As the creature fought against the machine of her own fate, she smelled the heavy humidity on the air. Rain. Ophelia looked up at the sky as it began to darken and the temperature dropped to the point where the short hair of her white coat began to stand on end. When the rain began to start, she blinked the crystal orbs from her lashes and pushed forward into the forest. Somewhere in the haze of rain, she had stopped paying attention to where she was going. The World's Edge was farther north, and she picked up a trot, cloven hooves squishing in the mud and splashing up onto her white lower legs. Rain had plastered her hair to her face and made her long, thick tail wind around her as she moved, so she carried it higher, trying to keep herself from getting tangled. Drenched, she came upon something she had never seen before. A structure stood in a grove of trees, water wrapped around its massive and strong stone pillars. Ophelia quickened her step, delicately leaping up onto the stone floor underneath a sky of colored glass. The rain hit the panes, but she was free from the torrent, and she watched the way the wind gathered in long drapes, making them dance in the storm. What was this place? She had never seen this before. Ophelia looked up in awe, standing to the side of the stone room. Thunder rolled overhead, and she decided to take refuge here. The water next to the structure was full of rocks, so she carefully removed the mud from her tail and lower legs before stepping back inside. She would not be tracking dirt into this beautiful and god-like place. Tinek, enjoying the rain, sat at the edge of the pond, fishing with his claws. The drops popped off of his scales with a tinny sound, and being able to hear him in the background gave her comfort.  |
@[Torleik]
 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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