It's difficult to decide which emotion is more crippling than the other.

Love abolishes all sensibility and intelligence, a psychological warfare of the most extreme, reverting us back to a state of childhood logic and function.

Rage does not attack from within, but from outside. It cuts off everything around you except its source, channeling so immensely that the world ceases to be. You forget yourself and sometimes you never remember again.

Depression is a slow, but persistent thing that slowly consumes internally. It brings forth a constant ache to the body and a dull monotonous voice of can't to the brain. It attacks from all ends until it reaches the center and lastly, consumes that too.

Fear moves swiftly and surely, bringing strength to the body with adrenaline but chaos to the mind. All reason-ability implodes into action, or even worse, inaction. You cease to know or feel anything but a rising need that you cannot fulfill and you are tortured by its craving and the inability to do anything about it.

Whatever the motion, they destroy you.

Ampere is currently feeling: FEAR!


It spirals through her wings with each beat of her heart like a terrible venom. There was no snake to serve as culprit though, just the image of the marching soldiers upon the wastes of the desert land.
It is foolish, as most emotions are, because they do not pursue her, it is not her home, and she is uninjured - aside from the healing burns on her front hooves and fetlocks. Yet she flies hard and fast, a set of words she would have savored in the company of a particular bay that she so quickly left behind in that realm of sand and soldiers, but now she derived no pleasure from the panic feeding her working bones.

Eventually it or she would run dry and then she'd crash, like a foal coming down off an apple-sugar high.

The moment comes.

Black and blue wings fold in suddenly, weary from the exertion to flee. The wind drops beneath them just as fast, and on those heels Ampere's head follows, and then, her heels.
She tumbles unsteadily in the air, fighting to get her wings back out. They flap and flop like suffocating fish, at times wrestling the wind back into submission while at others caving in under the pressure of the air. It causes Ampere to swerve wildly in the skies, her altitude dropping rapidly. She cries out, already wincing at the impact to come. Her front feet are tentative as they uncurl, like malfunctioning landing gear, to take her unto the ground once more - the burns will hurt.

The sparse and pitiful grass rises around her like a wave of foliage as she impacts the soil, managing to stay upright with some awkward hopping motions aided by her flapping wings, but soon enough crashes onto her left shoulder, the grass blades eager to rip up the charcoal hide she bears.

A smear of ruined earth sets in Ampere's wake as she shakes herself off and hobbles back to her feet slowly, but surely. Her sides are heaving and her thoughts are jumbled, but at the very least, the fear has been beaten down.

"It's gone. They're gone. The armies and the war, all gone now." She speaks to herself reassuringly - someone has to give the pep talks.

[I left it up to you to decide if she crashes into Eribor or is just near him :B]