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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

#14

06-08-2013, 09:41 PM (This post was last modified: 06-08-2013, 09:54 PM by Tamme.)

I HAVE BURNED MY TOMORROWS, AND I STAND INSIDE TODAY
At the edge of the future, and my dreams all fade away

Faces came and went, and such was life. She would never forget the words they spoke or the subtle colors of their coats, but she was tired, too tired to care that she would remember this - forever and always. As she stared upon the God of the Sun, the scent of blood and fire met her nostrils, and it woke her from her trance. She furrowed her brows and twitched her whiskers before turning her gaze to see Mauja nearly crash into her side, his eyes seemingly glazed over in pain.

Compassion filled her expression, and she looked over his wounds carefully, wishing for the umpteenth time that she had the capabilities of a healer. The entirety of his front, right shoulder seemed to be burned, the pale, soft fur that normally coated there charred away. Ophelia tore her gaze from the golden god and gently moved to press her soft lips to his crest, a gesture of comfort, that he was not alone.

The moment did not last long enough. It seemed as if the second Mauja asked to be healed in almost a manipulating way, the God turned to face herself. Would he be merciful? Would he realize that her desire for her memories was not a slight to him, but a necessity for survival? Or would he break her heart once more?

Fires begin to burn in her direction, and she tries to back away a few steps, confusion racing in her dual colored eyes. "Wait, no..." she murmured, feeling the fires climb up her legs painlessly. And then, she feels torn, trapped between two worlds and two moments. "Please, no... I..." she speaks into the ashen, smoky air before she disappears along with the flames.

I... need you.

The words unspoken lingered in the air as she found her hooves firmly planted on the snow covered grasses of the Foothills, all warmth gone. She feels the fissure in her soul widen, and she knows that she cannot face her family now. She is, and always will be, forsaken.

And thus, she turns to the north.

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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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