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A smile moves across grey lips as a familiar stumbling of words reaches her ears. The black dragon, Comadre, called out to her, and she whinnied back at him kindly. She had fallen in love with those violet eyes and realized how badly she wanted to bond to her own dragon, and either by fate or by luck, she had. Tinek looked up curiously at the black dragon who had stopped in mid air after greeting her bonded, and a thick, toothy grin stretched his scaly features. "Rraaaaa" he returned in a gleeful roar, crawling down on Ophelia's pale face as the infant watched the elder dragon curiously. She winced as silver talons balanced against the thin skin of her face, and the mare asked about Osiris and his health.
The distance his worlds held... was she imagining things? Heterochromatic eyes scanned down his foreleg and to his clawed paws to judge for herself if the stallion was telling the truth. From what she had noticed, Osiris had a habit of lessening the reality of his own injury, and she would not let him die from infection. However, he was telling the truth, and the concern that had dipped her brows now smoothed. Why was she unable to distance herself from Osiris like an intelligent creature would? Compassion. Even though she had been a fool, she would not save her own heart by forever disregarding a stallion she had once held... well... conflicting feelings for. "Good, I am glad," she said quietly.
Ophelia's eyes warmed when she looked up at Comadre, hearing Osiris' words. She hoped that one day, she and Tinek would be able to speak to each other so smoothly. When did she bond to Tinek? Oh, some time after nearly being killed by Deimos and Jaydan, but before forming a band of outcasts and stumbling upon Mauja in an icy cave. Much time had past and much had happened since she had disappeared from the beach on that day. "A season ago," she replied honestly. "My sister won the egg and gave Tinek to me." When she spoke, her words were directed at Comadre. "Though I shall never think any differently of you, Comadre," she assured the black dragon with a warm, soft smile. "Perhaps you can teach Tinek some manners. He is rather... uncontrolled."
Tinek huffed a breath of white frost at his bonded's words but leaped from her head, taking to flying closer to the elderly, black dragon. One of Osiris' ears tilt directions then, and she furrows her brows, looking over just as a shorter, thickly built stallion was running right at her shoulder like a boulder from the side of a mountain. Her eyes widen, and she hears Osiris' words as if he were speaking them under water. Ophelia's cloven hooves sink deep into the snow as she tucks her hips under and spins away from his brutish attack. Anger builds into her heart as his larger hip manages to clip her hindquarters after her spin, spending her body sliding forward, toes spreading as she regains her footing.
A dog took to moving toward Osiris, and the red rage that filtered through her mind sent Tinek spiraling downward, joining one of the wolves in her fight with jaws wide open. Rows of fangs and taloned claws opened to snatch the dog from above. Hopefully, if he was not able to tear the dog open from above, one of his bites would land on the thick scruff of long fur. Too young to use his frost magic, the young silver would have to resort to his evolutionary training; open, physical brutality.
Ophelia watched as Osiris opened his jaws to reveal serrated teeth, his bite aimed at the dunskin who had tried to topple her over, but the young mare was not the kind to run, not anymore. Tinek had brought her confidence and her training as a spy and her ability to read minds gave her strength. The white and crimson painted mare dipped her delicate chin to her chest, leveling a pristine horn at the dunskin. Ophelia pushed forward, cloven hooves giving her better purchase on the rocky, snowy ground than would normal, equine appendages. Her tail was lifted to give her balance, and the long tendrils swung behind her as she danced. In her lunge, she aimed to pierce his hip while Osiris served as a dangerous distraction from the front, but Ophelia was light on her feet. The moment her front hooves landed on the ground again, she picked up her knees high, sending the tall mare leaping and twirling out of the way of his hindquarters should he try to lash out with those muscular legs.
Hopefully her horn had done some damage, but a flick of her ears told her that they were not alone. She risked a glance behind her to see a mare and a cougar watching, and she frowned. Would she go and get help? "Where is my father, you foolish creature?" she asked, her hard, cold gaze settling on the boy who had tried to knock her over. "Allow us to leave in peace or settle this imaginary dispute with civility," she said sternly, her hooves keeping her moving as a defense. Why was everyone trying to kill her injure her? What had she done to anger the gods in this way?
[OH MY GOD typing on a mac keyboard is giving my apoplexy]
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