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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun [Tribs, just FYI! You cannot change any of your font color without there being a colored background/table to go with it.] At some point patrolling just wasn't enough. It didn't matter the distance she tried to keep, he was there, overseeing her, standing next to her, commanding her. Though she grit her teeth she was not a creature meant to endure or outlast. She was fast and powerful and it echoed not just in her body, but also her emotions. She could not contain herself any more. She turned from endless flights around the borders to sparring with her brethren, but even that could only do so much for her. She had been sloppy in most of them, too unfocused, and it cost her in bruises and shame. Besides, each line of sweat, every drop of blood, it just reminded her of him again, because that was his domain as much as it was hers, just like the skies and the orange lands. Go figure when she wanted the guy and looked all over for him she could never find him, but now that she loathed him he stuck on like a tick. Life was fucked. By some stroke of genius, she had the idea to get out. If she saw him everywhere in the place he lived for Sun God's sakes, she could at least try haunting places she was sure he would be absent from. Unfortunately they were a similar sort, so where he lacked, she did too. The Threshold. She grimaced as she flew over the forest, finding a small opening among a copse of trees to land in. She didn't have many good experiences in this place, and even fewer successes. Still, it was work, tedious work at that, so perhaps it was the perfect remedy to her insanity. Voices gradually wriggled their way in among the din of her thoughts. She shook her head, as if dazed by being pulled away from herself (when had she grown so introverted and brooding?) and peered around for the source. Brush parted ways around her neck as her unevenly marked face pushed its way through, her wings instinctively tucking closer to her sides to protect themselves as she waded through vegetation. At one point her tail caught on something and she tugged, tugged, tugged, until at last she stumbled forward with the burning sensation of a clump of hair being ripped out. It smarted and made her eyes water, even when harsher pain hadn't. In this unceremonious fashion she fumbled upon Elsa and Bucephalus. It didn't phase her much though, it wasn't the first time she'd been ill-mannered or clumsy. Still, she shook herself off, the dusting off snow she'd acquired sliding off easily enough, yet the cold touch lingered deep and fierce. She flicked her ears back in annoyance, turning her head around to resettle a feather that had gone astray. That's when she caught sight of them. Ampere froze for a moment, taken by surprise more than embarrassment. After all she had been looking for them, but not really. It was an excuse to get her feet to move, but now that she was in front of them and Elsa was practically trotting off with the prize, and such a handsome one at that, well Ampere found new heart - competition had a way with that. "Pardon," she said as sweet as she could muster, though the grin that spread across her face suggested anything but. It was rough and uneven, sloping higher on the left side where her blue marking gave her a wild look. "Couldn't help but overhear you're looking for rest?" She strode forward now, lingering closer to Buce. Ampere's electric gaze swept over to Elsa briefly before settling comfortably on his facade. Her grin grew coy. "I can't speak much for the Falls, but the Throat is the warmest place around, and I don't just mean the desert atmosphere." He was handsome enough and she needed whatever warmth and distraction he could provide. Recruiting she wasn't very good at, but flirting, she usually could manage to pull that off. |
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