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[OPEN] Fall Underneath

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
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ISOPIA
In reality's shadow the blind see best.


Isopia couldn't even really remember much of their conversation on the way over. Her brain had been stunned into silence. The only reprieve from which had been a maddening buzzing in the depths of her brain-stem when she tried to articulate anything about what had happened. It felt like an unresolved blur. She didn't feel any better, but nor did she feel worse. If anything she just felt numb, as if the unchangeable reality of her past actions had finally sunk in.

It was all real. It had all happened. And it wasn't going away.

He wasn't going away.

So when Ros had suggested that visiting her Mother was a potential solution, Isopia was all ears. Given that she hadn't made some obtuse remark about Ros coming from a parent as beautiful and graceful as Ophelia was, should have been an obvious indicator of just how far gone her mind really was. She didn't even argue at the promise of having her memories removed, she was that desperate.

It was only really as they halted at the border, interrupting what had been a monotonous journey so far, that some sort of intelligence snapped back into Isopia's golden gaze. "What?" She asked flatly, her voice sounding like it was coming from under 10 layers of felt. Her wings had already unfurled slightly, catching the warm sea breeze that rushed to greet them from the ocean. Isopia had been to the Throat many times, and she couldn't discern an immediate reason for their pause. Pegasi - and hybrids thereof - were always welcome in the Throat, and as a daughter of one of their members, Ros's invitation seemed especially open. Now that her mind was thinking slightly less sluggishly, Isopia realized she had never seen any indicate that Ros even had wings, but the thought hadn't really seemed to pose a problem. She was a tribrid, as they all were. So she didn't have wings. Neither did the God of Time (or at least in the few instances Isopia had seen him, he wasn't sporting them). She assumed that Ros could just ... teleport across, or maybe the wings were invisible.

She was a demi-goddess. She had to be able to fly, right?

"What?" Isopia asked again, for the first time in her life possibly, she sounded impatient. And why shouldn't she be? The panacea for all that she had endured was just across the channel. She was closer than she had been in months to finally curing herself of her sins.


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Messages In This Thread
Fall Underneath - by Roskuld - 10-01-2016, 12:58 PM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Isopia - 10-10-2016, 01:20 PM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Roskuld - 10-17-2016, 10:11 PM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Isopia - 10-18-2016, 09:43 AM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Ophelia - 10-18-2016, 10:41 AM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Zèklè - 10-18-2016, 08:04 PM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Roskuld - 10-21-2016, 07:12 PM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Isopia - 10-21-2016, 08:28 PM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Ophelia - 10-21-2016, 11:36 PM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Isopia - 10-31-2016, 11:07 AM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Zèklè - 11-07-2016, 11:11 AM
RE: Fall Underneath - by Roskuld - 11-16-2016, 11:54 PM

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