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02-02-2015, 12:51 PM
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Ophelia
Absolution
Ophelia was not so selfless as to think this battle was singularly for the winged one's benefit. The pale princess knew that she would learn just as much, if not more, from teaching the quiet pegasus who arrived in a manner that was just as unnoticeable as her quiet speech. She seemed to blend in rather than stand out, not making a move and remaining rather still. Ophelia wasn't sure what to make of her opponent as they stood in the grassy field, but she had to at least appreciate that the woman showed up and wanted to learn. Avoiding battle was fairly easy - especially if you just say no. But here she was... A nervous quiver hesitates her opponent’s voice, and Ophelia let the wall of stone armor and prickly demeanor fall enough to yield a smile. The white mare nodded and then took a step in, her cloven hooves dancing on the rich, green grasses of the island. “I will do my best to teach you what I know”. The pit of darkness loomed in her periphery, chilling her spine where she could still feel his teeth buried along her spine. A frown turned the corners of her lips, and she took a deep breath, trying her best to focus on the task at hand. The sky burned brightly pink, kissing the clouds with flavors of orange and red as it began its descent from the sky. She felt the heat at her back, the strength of the rays warming her skin as the world prepared for the chill of darkness. Ophelia took stock of her opponent in the dying light, noting that she seemed lean and build in a way she had never seen before. The winged one was nearly as tall as she was, but in a way she seemed even smaller – compact, she supposed was the word. However, lightly layered muscles belied a form not fitting for dealing damage – perhaps a little like her own. Ophelia would test this theory before offering verbal advice, so the pale princess stepped forward, sensing Tinek crouching in the grass just behind where she stood – waiting. Swiftly, she closed the distance between herself and her opponent, toes digging into the soft, rich dirt and tearing up the emerald blades from their roots. She arched her neck, using her horn as a deterrent for counter attack by tossing her head in her direction while aiming to move in on Amani. Hopefully close now, Ophelia reached out and opened her jaws swiftly, parting mousy lips and snatching at Amani’s shoulder. She wanted to be left shoulder to left shoulder, head to hip, and she rounded her back, kicking up her heels to both defend against her opponent’s potential bite as well as catch the mare off guard. Heels flashed in the potential direction of her face before landing and bounding away from contact. Ophelia tossed her head, bloody tresses bowing around her body. Focus. Focus. Memories of her last battle, the icy chill in her chest, and the lingering phantom pain of burns tugged at her attention, wanting to carry her down into the depression where she belonged. Were mutually beneficial actions a form of absolution? Or was she just sick, once again in the middle of bloodshed. [[(548 words) (1/3) Ophelia tried to get close and bite her shoulder then kick at her face :) @[Amani] I AM SO SORRY for the wait ]] |
 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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