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12-23-2014, 02:52 PM
 Air whistled through her lungs, expanding a ribcage which groaned against the strain. The right side of her body was fast becoming tense, shutting her down despite the fury in her soul. Crimson life trickled from the cut on her shoulder, and the swing of her leg hurt. She would say she could not remember the last time she had felt pain like this, but that would be a lie. Past aches and injuries stung like yesterday in her mind, shouldering her twin sister’s crippled weight as they escaped the shades. As children, barely young enough to leave mother’s side, their homeland was destroyed by dark shades, and Ophelia stayed behind to ensure her sister’s safety, traveling far to make it to Helovia alive. They did not stop until the Threshold forests were their greeting, and Ophelia had fallen to her knees, limbs shaking from effort while wounds inflicted by darkness bled. At the core, Ophelia was selfless. With curious glances and gentle words, she absorbed the torment of others, embracing it without thought to her own trials – and they were many. The pale princess had been gasping for air in the sea of her own choices, not living but surviving, and now, she was faced with only two options: drown or fight. She chose to fight. There he stood, cradled in the bright daylight, a golden halo humming at all his curves and edges. Shadows hung in the corners of her soul, lulling her into the evening, no moon hanging in her skies. Fueled by the darkness and urged by pain to end this fight, she had aimed to swing her horn against his shoulder once more, but the victory was pyrrhic. The tip of her horn was confirmed by splitting skin whilst the sensation of heat bloomed. Confusion hummed in her mind, and she paused, body rattling against her own weight as she saw true evidence of a god’s blessing and she, rebuked. Forsaken by fire, she watched as ashes of Mauja’s soul plumed into a bird of flame, burning brightly. The flames fluttered between them, her attack and this eruption of power combining within seconds in time and yet seemed so agonizingly slow. There was no escape from the fire, and she closed her eyes, ducking her head as heat licked by her side, searing a path where white hairs melted and skin bubbled under pressure. The pain ate at her with a gasp and erosion, much like the kiss of his breath. His body shifted away from her horn, but she barely noticed as she stumbled back, trying to breathe through the agony. The God of the Sun turned his face, his grace not fit for her tainted soul. A thin line of burns formed from the path of Mauja’s divinity, marring her hide with the evidence of abandonment. Blinking loosed tears of her shame and tragedy, they fell to the sand beneath her hooves as they still moved, time pressing ever onward despite her mind still reacting to moments past. The wall of ice holding fragments of her thrice shattered heart faltered, flooding her chest with emotion she was not equipped to handle. And, just as she thought she would fight her way to the surface, the past wrapped its firm fingers around her hind leg and pulled her back down. Inhaling a thick breath of water, she suffocated in the pain of her past, drowning again. Seconds past, that was all. Her hooves hit the ground at the bottom of her lunge, his body shifted and hers impacting with the sand, creaking and shaking all of her injuries and stretching burned skin. Unwilling to turn her face, too ashamed to let him see her leaking eyes, she moved, unprepared for his final attack. His mind, a fortress she could not penetrate, left her blind, and as she gathered her legs beneath her to run, run far away from this madness and affliction, he held her back. Teeth like knives split into her spine, wrapping around the intricate muscles of the middle of her back and keeping her tethered. Shock and pain surprised a noise from her throat, a strangled cry like the final howl of a wolf at the turn of the last page in his book. She bowed her back to avoid the pain, barely slipping out of his grasp though the imprint from his maw was still left in hairless, bleeding punctures on her spine. Ophelia scrambled away from him until her hips hit the fence, adrenalin fading into the summation of her injuries. The heavens had devoured her entirely, giving her nothing but lies in this final hour. Empty promises hung in the air as the concluding remnants of hope leaked from glassy eyes, regrets never having known such sorrow. [[[(closing defense) || (799 words) || Summary: - suffocates the word limit- Ophelia is burned by the fire bird as it flies by, and he bites the middle of her spine which she only manages to escape by bowing downward. Close the book and turn the page. Said and Done - Eighteen Visions ]]] |
 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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