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10-28-2015, 10:26 PM
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Isopia
She felt ... things. A number of them. Jumbled together all at once, and without the proper time and attention to introspect, her feelings remained an incoherent jumble of thoughts and emotions. However through that chaos, the girl knew one thing. She hated it - even if that meant adding one more feeling, (hate), to the pile. So be it. Volterra's earth spikes erupted around her - and even though her attention had been on Zero, she new that her darker counterpart was still in the battle. Judging by the cries of the tiger, he was doing quite well (as usual). Briefly, because the girl had dragon's on her mind, her amber gaze searched for the red-winged beast that she knew would be lingering somewhere near - attacking the tiger from a higher angle. Only Verzes wasn't near Volterra - or even necessarily near the tiger. He was ...circling a mare. Why Her mind naively wondered, and received an instantaneous answer from her guts as they clenched as writhed against the life lesson that she had coming. Ampere's words flickered without sound, impressing their meaning into her skull, through mental images. Companions feel the emotions of their bonded. Verzes was circling a girl. She had a horn. He did not. They are not related. Gears turned, cogs revolved. The picture was coming together - the picture that Isopia's aching soul already saw. Why would he protect her - why does he care if - The Tiger collapses, and Isopia immediately withdraws her attention and magic. It is then that more feelings reveal themselves. Her Father - looks to her with a nod. However she is far too stupefied over the emotional turmoil that she is fighting to eradicate to do anything other than blink her large, cold eyes in his direction. Her brain moves to instruct her to ignore Volterra and the horned girl (an instruction her body was already ignoring), but then- MAAA-- Zero. It was his voice. Immediate recollection chilled her bones as she spun away from own stupid worries, to where Zero was crumbled on the ground. The blood drained from her ears, her cheeks. Numbly, she stared as her friend screamed out for his Ma. Isopia thought that her heart was incapable of being wounded any farther than her perception of Volterra and Mirabella had already hurt it, until she watched as Zero's vibrant gaze closed. Her chest and lungs blossomed inside of her - ready to scream and cry and breath air into themselves so that she could run to his side, but the coldness of her mind was so much more inviting. She could just stay where it was rational and distant, she could ignore this assault on her emotions and just.. No. Of course she couldn't. "Zero-" She whispered, rushing to him. [JOINING YER OTHER THREAD. Mentions @Volterra and @Zèklè ] |
