& your heart releases, You won't fall to pieces.
& your breath comes crashing in. </style>
"I wouldn't step there."
Cold. Emotionless. She had been following Ophelia for some time - ever since she made up her mind to...well. We'll get to that. But things had gone far enough, and even the golden-girl, scorned or not, could not let Ophelia knowingly walk into danger.
"Or anywhere, actually. It's a trap."
My trap.
Anxiety - the only true flaw that Phaedra believed she had. Of course she was vain, untrustworthy to a point, and deceitful when it suited her purposes, but the extent to which she used those traits to her advantage, outweighed calling them flaws. Anxiety on the other hand, flooded her lithe body like a shot of adrenaline. It filled her chest and throat like an acidic poison; burning and churning and forcing her into reckless action. She wanted to scream and lash out at the white figure before her - had wanted to ever since Ophelia had so flakily and fleetingly said goodbye and simply left. But more than her desire to expel her frustration, was the want to be reassured. To...to have it be all alright again.
Tears stung through her sea-green gaze as her minds eye replayed Ophelia leaving. Ophelia, who had greeted her upon entering Helovia - who had seen past the frightened exterior, and had offered her a home within the Gray. But it had been more than that; it had been a purpose. A family. No longer was the golden girl forced to use her beauty as a way of getting stallions to protect her - now it was she that was a force to be reckoned with. She had earned magic on her own - from the Moon bitch and her star-bear - and had been gifted magic from Ophelia. Surely it was that magic that had allowed her to go unnoticed for so long - had allowed her to follow her former leader.
How could they just let her leave? The herd had simply gathered and waved goodbye, as if Ophelia was a passing relative, who had only stopped by for a short time. Some even offered to follow her, to leave the Gray. The metaphysics of the situation clouded Phae's judgement and tore jaggedly at her emotions - Was Ophelia a necessary part of the Gray, such that it was no longer The Gray without her? And while she had briefly considered following Ophelia (for Ktulu's cold stare, still unnerved her most times), Stella's quiet rational mind reminded her bonded of Ophelia's reaction when Tor had left.
So how....how could this be okay?
How could they let her leave?
How could they?
Phae tried to look strong and cold, to make Ophelia feel small and wrong, although she very much doubted that she was able to force such an emotion onto her former leader. She bit the inside of her lip hard, trying to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling out, and at the same time lifted her pink muzzle slightly, to try and force gravity to do the same. Nostrils flaring, Phaedra, with only slight hesitation, spread her oddly-patterned wings fully. Her chest heaved slightly, as she drew in a breath and held it, causing bits of stardust and glimmer to fall in glistening waves around her.
With a trap ahead, and Phaedra blocking Ophelia's path, what would The Forsaken do?
Tentatively, Stella trilled towards Tinek, as if subtly trying to ask him how to diffuse the situation.
[Permission for magic/Tinek usage. As Phaedra was using her Chameleon ability, please only join this thread if your character has a legitimate reason to be here :3
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[O] Perfect Porcelain [aka "The Booby Trap" - Ophelia Capture]
