She's a nightmare dressed as a daydream

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[OPEN] She's a nightmare dressed as a daydream

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719

Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE

Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu

11-13-2014, 08:47 PM

HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE

Another time, another place, she would have loved to have known that he looked. Now though, it would have wrenched her gut even further. What about Sohalia? she would have demanded of him, and herself. She had pulled him from the pale dove once, but if he were to willingly come, after all that the Transcended had done for her (what had he done for her lately?), she wasn't sure she would take him.

Then again, she just might. Ampere couldn't trust herself, especially not with him. So it was best that she did not notice his gaze peering into her nethers; better not to test the strength of her resolve, it didn't seem to be heat tempered.

She left them behind, their conversation lost on the wind.

Clouds broke beneath the slice of her wings and Ampere slowed finally, eyeing the hovering rock warily. Her breath hitched, heart strangled in more ways than one today. She had never felt such crippling fear, she had always had faith in herself - the wraiths had stolen that. Perhaps there was some way to return it. As with anything that usually started with facing its absence, but Ampere had always excelled in running away. Now she was trapped though, caught between a wildfire and a darkness. By the end of the day she'd have to face one of them to get out.

Which one is easier?
She wished she knew.

Gulping down a dryness that ran the length of her throat the Mother of Companions began a slow descent, though she did not intend to set hoof on the island, not if she had to. They could cover more ground gliding over the terrain, but they'd still have to get closer than she wanted to for that. So she took her time dropping down, choosing instead to toss her wild stare back over her shoulder, looking for him.

She was always looking for him, waiting, wanting.