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11-02-2014, 02:35 AM
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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun The herd amassed slow, but steady, like water all running from different places and finally pooling together. At first Ampere was so focused on glowering at Gaucho that she did not notice most of the initial arrivals, but the stare was broken easily by the white frame of Sohalia, and soon after, the children born of them both. Ampere blinked. She glanced away hastily, forgetting her place whenever she was alone with him, but remembering it quick and hard the moment the Transcended appeared. It bothered Ampere to think she was so easily manipulated by him. Hadn't she told Sohalia there was nothing left to fear, that Ampere had nothing left to take from her? It's still true Ampere knew, because Gaucho, for all his looks and all his close encounters, was always standing beside Sohalia. Gaucho, for all the feelings that he stirred inside her, was connected to a soul which should not belong to him. Ampere hated him. She hated him, but somehow she still wanted him too, and she hated that the most. Desperate for something to occupy herself she cast her gaze about, finding Bucephalus. She bobbed her head towards him when she caught his eye between preening, flashing a wan smile. Her attention quickly averted to Serenity though as the mare pulled up alongside her. Ampere was surprised at first, but relaxed quickly into the notion of this newfound friend. At her words Ampere only grinned, flicking her wings casually and shifting the shark so that it circled above them both, dipping at times down towards Serenity, though never too close lest she receive a painful shock. Natraj's sudden appearance takes them both by surprise. Ampere's feathers flare and her shark shudders as adrenaline courses through her. Ears pin, head turning grimly as he bounces back into the throng. Her anger faded quickly though, because she could not hold it against him. He was confused, and she pitied him that he would hate the one most likely to help him... Gently Ampere bumped the speckled mare's shoulder with her muzzle, reassuring her about the fox, and reassuring herself for the same reasons. Before Ampere could fully settle though, another surprise came her way. Flames burst suddenly, ones not as familiar to her as Gauchos. She shied slightly to the left, pressing against Serenity, her heart hammering in her chest. As soon as it happened she knew what it was, or better, who it was, but it did nothing to calm the rhythm of her blood. The God of the Sun poured into all his golden magnificence, just as regal and impressive as she remembered him. His presence alone was a heat that pushed against her, but another one ran deeper inside her, unbidden, but there all the same. She resisted the amorous feeling that budded inside her, but it was futile. As much as she wanted to loathe him for their act, it was hard to resist him when he stood before her. Once again Ampere was disheartened to see how easily her morals collapsed when faced with a challenge, at least in the topics of stallions. Her continued betrayal of herself in matters of love, or better said, lust, was salt on a wound that would not close. Furious, she peeled her gaze away from him, but it did little to combat the heat outside and in that beat alongside his breath. News of Africa did not surprise Ampere, though it saddened her to hear it. Both of them had fallen from their golden thrones, and just as easily as it had started, it ended. Ampere felt the weight of that failure pressing on her chest, shortening her breath. She let herself be swept away in the rest of the meeting tidings, easily lost in the voice of two horses so familiar, yet so strange to her. Gaucho and Sohalia cradled her in sound, a welcome support given the drifting of her soul. At her name Ampere looked up, a blue blaze burning in her stare, emotions fodder to the restlessness in her bones. She only nodded to his statement, already intent to go whether he announced it or not. She needed to get out of this desert, she needed to do something. Hell, even if they did die, at least she could go out in a blaze of glory swinging, it was certainly better than falling here, hating herself and every stallion near her. Cera walks away, catching her attention. She is envious of his act, half wanting to do it herself, but unable to. She had run so often before, she supposed the least she could do is stand now. |
Coding by Tamme
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