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02-14-2015, 06:58 PM
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Ophelia
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Ophelia knew these forests well. After trapping her animal, she ventured in with Torleik, remembering all the meetings for the Grey were held here. The branches blotted out the sky, obscuring the blistering sun. The pale princess padded lightly, her cloven hooves barely marking the ground as she moved. Tinek gathered sticks and rocks in his talons, and she carefully placed a few sticks in her own mouth, looking around with furrowed brows. Where was Torleik? She spun in a circle, bright eyes scanning the horizon and seeing bodies that did not matter. Until they settled on him. Irelyn was cramming sticks in his mane, and she smiled, walking over with a stick jammed in her mouth and poking him on the backside. She came to step up beside the taller, muscular stallion and walked with him back to the boat, content. Her dragon landed on her hips, showing Irelyn his rocks by shoving his hands in her direction. |
 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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