Quest Drop | Burn it down

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[DROP] Quest Drop | Burn it down

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

07-07-2014, 03:20 PM (This post was last modified: 07-07-2014, 03:21 PM by Ophelia.)

[[Ophelia seeks her light magic and maybe a chitchat if he doesn't drown her in fire.

Previous refusals |
1. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=79...+Drop+%238
2. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=14641 ]]

Ophelia stood now after speaking with her daughter, heart numb. How much trauma could the soul bear before it simply stopped working? How much colder did she have to get before things finally just started to work out? The day broke, and she felt hunger gnawing at her stomach like the faint breath of a ghost on her belly - easily ignored. She had enough ghosts. How long had she been standing here, staring emptily into the horizon? How did she not notice that the pink fades of the sky had given way to the mighty and pervasive sun?

Did she even care that it had risen at all?

The pale princess of nothingness finally shifted her weak, joints snapping in disapproval as her cloven hooves finally moved from the grass. Heat waves were starting to blur her vision. Thirst dried her throat, but her heart could not care. If she had the capacity to panic, she would. Ophelia could not remember a time when she had ever felt this numb. Angry? Absolutely. Cold? Definitely? But numb? She blinked, wanting tears but getting none.

Even the pool in the caves had showed her that what she desired the most would never, ever exist. Her wants were follies. Those she cared about, except her sister, were lost to her, and she was a failure, a complete failure. She had failed the Grey. She had failed her daughter. She had failed her sister. She had even failed Tinek. All her efforts seemed to send her into a spiral that wound downwards and never up. Even throwing herself left and right never wavered from his circular course. Why bother fighting it at all?

Suddenly, the sun broke through the numb, lighting her soul like medicine to poison. She recoiled. From the sun itself the god she had once loved so innocently, the god who had crushed her, descended. Ophelia prepared to be ignored and rejected. She prepared to be thrown from a ball of fire down, down, down below, and the Forsaken hung her head, casting her dual colored eyes away from his magnificence. The mirage teased her thirst, but it was absolutely unimportant compared to this moment.

The words "I should go" didn't make it from her throat, but she intended to speak them. She bowed low on one knee regardless, knowing that the gods were powerful enough to deserve her respect - even when she knew that he hated her powerfully. Then, with enough self-preservation to not wish anymore numbness, she turned, leaving before he had to force her to go. Yelling "wait, please!" did not work last time. Why would it work this time?

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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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