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Ascended Helovian

Ophelia the Amaranthine Posts: 701

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7

Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.0 hh :: 6 Years HP: 77 | Buff: BULK

Tinek :: Royal Silver Dragon :: Frost Breath & Shock Breath Tamme

11-12-2012, 01:48 PM

A pale, tulip shaped ear flickered backward as the steps another made themselves known in a gentle crunch against the falling snow. The wind blew the scent of saline her way, and her nostrils cringed at the emotional tickle of her olfactory sensors, sending the grey, soft tissue twitching curiously, white whiskers standing erect. The winter had a way of turning her delicate features into a more planar vision with the thicker coat and the more distinct beard on her chin, though from her lengthy, fit physique and the clear, femininity of her two colored eyes, she was unmistakably female.

Ophelia turned her head to look back, seeing another who looked remarkably similar to herself save for a crimson marking on his hip and black in his mane and tail. She was curious if he came of her bloodline since her grandfather was a misogynistic bastard, but she doubted that fact. Those who came from her grandfather's blood would not dare shed a tear without threat of violence. She knew from watching her father and his tortured soul. Ophelia saw Paladin's wickedness beneath the surface that he tried so valiantly to stifle down, but a past is not an easy thing to ignore. She knew that fact all too well, and a slight frown curved her grey lips, white brows furrowing in gentle concern.

The pale and crimson mare was not a bleeding heart, but her soul held a depth of compassion that was unmatched by many. Carefully, she turned, cloven hooves carrying her easily to the side of the taller stallion, though her long neck and legs made her appear larger than she truly was. Still, she stood a hair higher at the withers than most of her gender. Though they were both of similar coloring, the differences were visible. He was a light grey, and her coat was pure white, and his body structure was more fit and muscle bound than her thin, lithe, jumper's frame. She watched carefully into his bright, red eyes, her own crimson orb darker and more bloody in color. "Are you all right?" she asked gently.

Her own heart ached with the trauma of her memories and the unknown nature of the future, so she could see in the lines on his face and the trail of salt and water from his eyes, that no, he was not all right. However, he deserved a chance to lie. He deserved his chance to summon his pride and deny ever having displayed the emotion of weakness. Ophelia had never considered emotion to be a weakness, but rather a strength. Her thoughts and heart guided her into many situations and emerged safely; when she ignored them, she wound up in situations where her life was in danger.

Steps and darkness of shadow, a blight upon the purity of the snow, strode forward. And Ophelia's keen gaze carefully moved over her figure. She had seen in Ktulu's mind the same feathers in Giselle's mane, her aunt; with the dark coat and the sickly sweet smile, it was not a stretch to imagine that this femme was one of her father's wicked sisters. The mare urgently sent word for Tinek to stay invisible in the clouds; a dragon bonded to a unicorn would immediately give her away as a hybrid, and if there was one thing her father taught her it was that his family was intolerant of the other species. Tinek responded with angry flashes of color, his mind too young to send coherent thoughts. She tried to soothe his worry, explaining that she knew the north well; Ophelia was confident in her abilities.

Should she need ammunition, all she would have to do was slip inside the black mare's most intimate thoughts, read her memories, and use them to her advantage. Ophelia was more safe than most. Fortunately, her color did not immediately giver her away as one of her father's daughters. Her sister was unmistakably a child of Paladin, but Ophelia's white figure and two colored eyes were more inherent of her mother, and Soleil had mostly kept to herself since her exodus from Isilme. "The winter wind is soothing," she replied to the black mare's words, her two different colored orbs eyeing her with a soft wariness. Her own voice was soft and gentle like chimes. Ophelia's entire demeanor and physique was prey, but her mind was a predator with jaws of steel.

COME TO ME
we run away forever from this misery

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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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