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01-08-2015, 11:52 PM
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Ophelia
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Ophelia shoved her hooves into the soft grass, inhaling the scent of Birdsong with no pleasure fluttering in her soul. Butterflies, the most languid of creatures, spun around, landing on her crimson locks whilst seeking flowers. Alas, the pale princess rarely ever produced nectar so sweet. The only honeyed flavors to drip from her tongue were lies now. So long had she tried to hope for better, pray for absolution and dream for love. But love was folly. The long road ahead for everyone ended in death, and she was no exception to the laws of nature. At the apex of her life was now a single goal. What preceded death was glory, and she vowed to attain enough to give her progeny and lineage clout and power. In order to acquire such intangible awards, she had to work, struggle against the limitations of her own body and transcend the speed of her own mind. Such skills could only be learned through practice, and thus here she stood in a field to the side of that sand arena atop the Sky Island. The pit stood like a nightmare, constantly hovering in the corners of her vision, and yet she refused to step foot on those grounds again. There, at the center of this beautiful place, she had lost. Ophelia was not vain. Losing a spar was just the other side of learning. No, she had lost much more on those sands as burns kissed her sides with fire and teeth pinched along her spine. She could still feel his hot breath like dragon's fire gasping between the thousand stings of his fangs digging into her flesh. Ophelia shook her head, taking a deep breath. She had also vowed to aid the Dragon's Throat and Gaucho. The Sun God's herd was fortunate to have such an accomplished fighter, but he was naturally busy. While her own herd toiled against each other for victory, she stood here, so far away and ready to teach and learn. Trust, not so easily earned, had been well founded in Torleik as he gathered their troops to train. The pale princess glanced up at the sun, squinting as she watched it start to fade across the sky. The sun's descent was always so swift, so weary as it yielded to the blackness of night. Her silver armor glittered, Tinek sitting atop the metal bones protecting her body. "Come, learn," she called to her opponent, voice clear and devoid of any discernible emotion. [[(0/3)(words) SETTING | The sky island in a field next to the sand arena TIME OF DAY | late/approaching evening No Extensions This is a teaching spar! <3333 @[Amani] |
 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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