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12-03-2014, 02:23 AM
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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 Ophelia was used to relying on the sentinels to alert her to those at the border, but this time, whoever was close did not get close enough for them to speak. She did, however, hear the voice of another echo through the mountain halls, and she swiftly picked up a three-beat gait to carry her to the pass. A glass etching rested in the snow, one that she assumed she understood from the pictures. She furrowed her brows, thinking that this must have come from the World's Edge. She squinted, staring in the distance, but fortunately, Tinek had a greater vantage point. Through his eyes and their bond, she saw the familiar leader: Kahlua. Racing past the metal creatures, she tried to catch up, hooves sliding on the soft, slushy snow and calling out with a cry of her own. Ophelia tried to catch up with the painted leader, but she would understand if she was also too late. The silver dragon flew high over head, twirling and banking on the high winds. If she had known how to interpret the stone, then perhaps she would have been less keen on catching up to Kahlua. But, she hated to assume that the glass was an invitation to some sort of race. It could just be a notice that they were going to build another glass wall. Phi stumbled to the edge of the mountains, exhaling her frosty breath with a sigh. Maybe she would have to pay them a visit to ask. If the Edge was in fact hosting a race, that would be... fun... right? |
 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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