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12-03-2014, 11:42 PM
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Ampere the Mother of Companions
Her head was high, but her heart low. Its pulse was steady, and quick, but it seemed deep, buried inside - a rabbit inside a burrow. In that dark cave she was safe, out in the open, exposed to enemies, truths, you had to be fast and strong and ready. What's to keep the rabbit from hiding forever? Hunger. Ampere's lips set on a hard line as she watched Ophelia now, ears twitching as they listened. Like a game they beat each other's opinions back and forth, at times agreeing, even if they'd rather not notice. The bond goes both directions, Ophelia said. Ampere knew that, but did the pale mare, did she really?. Was she trying to say the good things the bond brought outweighed the bad? Was she trying to say that any of that was still better than her directly influencing him and his choices through the bond? He was his own being, but without his own soul, he could never be Tinek. He would always be Tinek and Ophelia. Pain or beauty was trivial in the shadow of that single injustice. Ophelia made some valid points however on the motives for fighting. She knew well the roots of the desire to battle, but like any tree, there are many roots reaching into different places, none exactly alike. Ophelia fought for strength, for protection, for survival, many things that Ampere respected. plenty horses fought for greed, for power, for dominance. Were those just reasons? The warrior inside her could find little fault in the art of war, but another side of her hated to see the companions drug into it for selfish reasons. If a horse wanted to abuse their own body then that was their right, but companions didn't have that right - the bond saw to that. "No, you cannot force them." Ampere conceded after a bout of silence in Ophelia's words. She was surprisingly calm. Ophelia's reluctance to do more than speak gave her that, the steady shore withstanding Ampere's pounding waves. Still, the ocean always moves, and though the tide may recede, it always rises. "Cruelty does not always require force though," she murmured softly, thinking of Oxy and his Ampere. The creature was not even anything solid, he could no more force it than the wind, yet there was no love there, no freedom. The creature served him, how could it do anything else when it was severed to him, him and his thoughts, his feelings, creeping through their bond like a dark mist. Ampere shook her head. Trying to argue was exhausting. It required great thought and placement of words that she was not so eloquent with. Much of what Ampere did was based on feeling. She of course was intelligent enough, and thought on her actions and her words in the lulls between them; it gave her faith in what she had done, what she had said, because for all of her feelings, her thoughts were just as right. "They choose as infants, they grow beneath the bond, beneath you. It warps them, alters them so that they never are themselves, not completely. There is always you there, influencing them even if you don't realize it. Surely they do the same to you," here Ampere had to smile, because did Ophelia truly think her such an idiot that she did not understand this? Probably, because Ampere was branded unbonded, lesser, unknowing. Her smile was sad. "Yet you had a chance in your life to become yourself, alone. It makes you more...solid than if you are raised always inside the mind and soul of another. Tinek knows nothing other than you, but you have known things without Tinek." It hardly seemed fair, but Ampere knew better than to utilize that argument. Life was never fair. "One choice made before you even understand what a choice is, and all others are snuffed out, forever... that isn't love, it's punishment." They were sad for her? She could say the same of them, or Ophelia anyway. She was colder than stone or ice, hardened inside, where her heart should fly. Ampere couldn't even fathom what it would be like to feel so stiff inside, to be unable to float and drift. The ocean was wild and free and fluid, but the shore, it was rigid and stationary and thick with resistance. The shore did nothing but withstand, crumbling bit by bit as it did so, and all the while collected debris. The shore was quite simply, ugly. "I see beauty in freedom," Ampere replied simply. "Bonds by their nature are not free." She tilted her head, quietly observing the frozen mare that Ampere had found a new kind of pity for. Gone was the fire, the storm, the endless outrage. She understood why Ophelia thought she needed this bond. It didn't make it any better, but it was better than some, Ampere could see that now. It didn't necessarily make it easier, but it assured Ampere even more that she was right. "I'm sorry that you can't see that," she murmured, then lifted her wings and turned away to leap into the sky. Whatever this meeting had done, it at least bled out the panic Ampere had felt. She could return to the Throat with a calm and clear mind. She could face this darkness, because whatever it was, it was inside each of them, and every day they fought it, in themselves, in each other, in their missions. Whatever the divine powers were conjuring, it was nothing compared to her crusade of freedom. [If you wanted to continue this more, I can alter the ending to have Ampere stay/start to lave but not leave/be called back by Ophelia. It just seemed a natural conclusion so I ran with it~] |
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