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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Mar 26, 2013 14:20:18 GMT -5
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No one could deny the vast amount of creatures that lived on Aeon, especially not during the times of the Gladiator Games. Adelaide's father had once spoken of such trials in the time of his great grandfathers, a long time tradition bearing the meeting of clans in the Arena. She herself had never thought to see the day that Babylon would return to Aeon, and grace those eager natives the sight of such a day. However, she had been greatly mistaken. The first rounds were done and over, the battles feverishly close. Everyone in the audience found themselves guessing as the last blows, burns, and breaks were withstood and the judgment began. Despite Gascti's small margin of a lose in the first round, surprise spread like Sephiroth's fire throughout the spectators. Everyone was amazed at the Illusionist Notus' victory. The very idea that all had expected Gascti the victor was good enough in the eyes of the chieftain Adelaide Dresner. It meant that they as a clan already were seen as a powerful entity, one to be respected, and one known for the capabilities of its brethren. The idea made Adda smile to herself.
Currently, the lull between the rounds had commenced. Adelaide did not have the time to push through everyone and see her trusted Gladiator Sephiroth, however she made mental note to do all that she could to see him after the finals. This time he was against some meager mare, Alyse was it? Everyone had heard her screams of absolute terror ring throughout the arena by the mere tricks of the monster
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[/i] Jean-Paul's illusionary magic. And that was just wolves! Imagine her fright when she faced a fire wielding demon. The smile upon Adelaide's face brightened, and her golden eyes glanced up to the cloudless sky above her. During the down time, she had made way to one of the many patio-decks on the upper level of the arena. Chest high, intricate arches railed the marble flooring, rising out of it as if cast from the same adamant - for all she knew, it was. Several other equine, and even some minotaurs, chimeras, and other mythological folk dotted the various other open areas, conversing and speaking excitedly of the rounds. They held no outward clan affiliation, at least not most of them, which was a stark contrast to Adelaide. She'd recently adorned the tribal war paint markings, just in time it seemed, for the Gladiator Games. She assumed it fitting for herself. The Gascti were the tribal men of the woods after all, therefore it seemed most fitting. Her golden-like Etherstone necklace lay draped around her nape on a loose bit of dried vine, matching the same braiding her feathered anklet bands sported. Oh yes, it was a fitting image indeed. Two thin dreads swung lifelessly behind her left ear, adjacent her single right antler, as she scanned a panaramic view of Babylon. Streets wound up within one another, and marble buildings, flecked with gold and laced with black, covered a large portion of the mountainside in which it had sprouted, seemingly overnight. It was a strangely beautiful view, with its numerous waterfalls, gardens, and native vegetation growing hither too everywhere. In a way, it made all of their primitive clan territories seem like nothing but a speck of fake silver on a band of gold. A soft gale blew, carrying with it the inviting aromas of the arena incense, as well as the metallic stink of faint blood. The mare let out a small snort as she continued to silently regard the extreme landscape of her native homeland, lost amongst her own thoughts. It was a strangely private moment for the chieftess, despite being in a crowded public place bubbling with activity. Behind her, horns trumpeted, and somewhere in the vast halls of the arena, a call was made for the gladiators to prepare for the second rounds.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 22:40:10 GMT -5
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» Jean-Paul had won, yes, and now, no matter the results of this second match against Loxacin, her clan would at the very least go home with the bragging rights of a Silver prize, if not Gold. Newcomers would be seeking her out looking for the protection and perhaps training of the clan that had performed so admirably in the Games, and wasn't that precisely what she had been working so hard for this entire past season? But in the middle of that satisfaction was the dull knowledge that the victory belonged to Jean-Paul, not herself, and he would hardly be in the mood to credit that glory to her anytime soon. They had never exactly been what one would call "friends" from the very start, and despite the fact that each tolerated the other and did their respective jobs well, it didn't seem like the gap between them was shrinking very noticeably, if at all. And what then, if Jean-Paul won and was crowned the Champion of the year in Aeon? Surely he wouldn't be content to call himself Beta to her anymore, and an uprising of a sort would soon be in short order in her future. Most worrying was the fact that a good portion of the clan would likely take his side rather than hers, many of them being his family in some way or another. Neus, his sister, despite having been under her own tutelage for a good amount of time now, would surely side with her brother if the time came to choose. Roc Marc went without saying, and Stuller, as the mother of his son, undoubtedly felt the bonds of kinship with him now as well. What would Aeon think of her, if she couldn't even exercise control over her own clan members?
» There was also the matter that Alyse, of all people, had been chosen as the Thalmic gladiator. Never mind that she was a mare, she'd performed valiantly in her match, even if she'd been bested in the end. But therein lay the problem - a small part of Grimm, tucked deep inside somewhere obscure, silently pained to see the black and gold mare defeated and bloody, and wished that Jean-Paul had been the one bested instead. Imagine that! The Chief of Selisona, wishing defeat upon her own Gladiator! You're losing your mind, Grimoire! she snapped at herself irritably, and proceeded up to the patio to breathe some fresh air and clear her mind.
» But she wasn't alone up there. Standing there, seemingly lost in the sweeping vista view of the Aeonian wilderness, stood an extravagantly-decorated mare, deep bay in base coloring but adorned with bold tribal patterns, as well as a curious lone antler and small feathered wings. Grimoire Heart hadn't seen her before in her life, but she'd heard enough rumors from that aforementioned grapevine to recognize the figure immediately. "Ah, if it isn't Adelaide Dresner, Gascti Chieftain," she declared in a mildly surprised tone, walking up to the other mare with a smooth, inviting smile painted flawlessly on her face, as though it had been there all along since the day she'd been born. "Grimoire Heart, of Selisona - but you probably guessed as much, I suppose. Fancy meeting you here, and under such circumstances. I've heard quite a bit about you, despite not having the honor of making your acquaintance. I'm quite sorry about your clan's loss in that last match, though your gladiator fought admirably. Better luck this time, hmm?"
T A G » Adelaide Dresner {♛ iTehSoupi}
M U S E » rambly, but good!
W O R D S » DCCXCVII [797]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Apr 26, 2013 9:43:50 GMT -5
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Adelaide knew full well the mare was coming long before the slick and well rehearsed greeting would ever grace her harks. It was a benefit of her most recently attuned powers, and for them she was thankful. However, despite the knowledge that the victorious Selisona chieftain was making her way up to Adelaide's secluded loft, she didn't seem in the least moved by the subject. Golden eyes still scanned Aeon with a fiery intensity, all to well in comparison to the glitter of the shades of yellow in her eyes. Her wings would extend before retracting, head snapping a few centimeters, swaying her two dreads back and forth. She was like a watchful hawk, waiting for something to try and disturb the sanctity of Aeon. Who knew what clever or mad creatures lingered in the shadows here. Even the Aeonians had troubles accepting all of the oddities their own home realm shared.
Soon enough, the slightly surprised, sickeningly sweet vocals of the Selisona chief greeted Adelaide most professionally, sliding up to her with a swagger and dainty smile. Adelaide did not turn to the mare, but nodded in response to her out of politeness (she wasn't one for not being polite). Though, she also knew this mare wasn't done talking. The infamous rumors of Aeon's chiefs spread like wild fire consuming the driest of forests, and Adelaide's ears were turned to listen to them as well. She finally tore her gaze from Aeon to look down to the smaller, petite chief standing besides her as she continued with her formal greeting with aforementioned rumors, as well commenting on the games and Sephiroth's display. A sting of irritation caused her heart to lurch a single beat, though it was stifled, and her expression never wavered from pristine jaded. "You assume well, Grimoire Heart. I h've he'rd much about you as well." Her feminine vocals slide from her lips in a stark contrast to her rather primitive appearance and ghastly collection of scars. "And, yes... Betta luck next time." She commented again, seemingly still distant as her conscience was still connected with the trees and plants of Aeon that was around them. An entire mile's radius of life forms sharing information and stories with her, and here she was trying to focus on idle small talk with one of her equals. She supposed politics and formalities took the first seat to practicing her magics and watching over Aeon itself.
Retracting her conscience, without the slightest of physical indication, Adelaide took a deep breath before casting one last look out to the vast and vibrant rainforests below them, then smoothly turned back to Miss Heart with a polite grin plastered on her pangare mug. "I suppose I sho'ld extend congratulations to yo-self on Selisona's victory, Grimoire." the mare commented, dipping her head as to amplify her compliment. It amused Adelaide she was able to congratulate the chief and skip over their ruthless, piece of shit gladiator all the same. It even brought her a bit of inner giddy. Ebony, sun-bleached tail flicked to shoe away a single pest that attempted to thwart her hide, and Adelaide rolled her shoulders a bit. "Such a mare known fo minglin' isn't one to see up h're, if yo dun mind me observin'. Nor do I see od'r chiefs extendin' congratulations and sympaties, so I assume yo did not come up here for lil old me. Tell me, what does bring yo h're?"
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2013 20:27:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02.png'); padding:0px 65px 0px 65px; text-align:justify;]» Grimoire waited patiently for her companion to turn her full attention on her, noting the vacant-looking stare in her eye and the way she hardly even acknowledged her presence save for a nod and the turn of her ear to indicate that she was actually listening. It might have been maddening, to have greeted an equal so warmly and politely, only to be ignored for a few moments as though the trees and scenery were far more interesting. But even so Grimm didn't seem particularly bothered, and that easy smile was still in place by the time Adelaide finally deemed it appropriate to look upon the one who had greeted her. If Dresner wanted to play it cool and appear indifferent and aloof - for of course that's how it appeared to one unaccustomed to the Druid's particular talents - then by all means Grimoire would humor her. In comparison to Grimm's lilting voice and her sly, inviting smile that lit up her radiant features, the Gascti mare seemed unusually distant and even slightly dreamy, even when she finally let go of that flat, neutral expression to adopt a polite grin.
» "Yes, thank you," she responded automatically to the familiar words of congratulations, reacting in an automatic knee-jerk impulse and smiling even more broadly to express the exuberance she did not feel. Nor was she the only one masking some irritation, she was sure - Adelaide Dresner's personal grudge against Grimm's current Beta Stallion was, by now, essentially general knowledge among Aeon's inhabitants. As such, there wasn't a sliver of a chance that the tribal chief was by any means glad for Selisona's victory in the latest match. Nor was the Selisona Chief herself, for that matter, even if she didn't let on. Interesting, she mused, that the two female chiefs, despite their many apparent differences, had much more in common than one might initially suspect.
» To Grimoire's mild surprise, Adelaide proceeded to jump straight to the point, foregoing any additional little pleasantries they might have shared. Grimm didn't mind; in fact it saved them some time that might have been otherwise wasted with idle small talk, and it did give an indication that her companion was at least someone who could converse with her on a similar intellectual level. Dealing with simpletons or the crazies was never particularly fun. "I'm rather hurt that you'd assume I have some ulterior motive, Adelaide," she remarked reproachfully with a slightly pouty frown, her picture-perfect expression making it impossibly difficult to tell if she was being sarcastic or not, "especially when we haven't even exchanged any more than greetings. I wonder if that has anything to do with what you've heard others saying about me, perhaps?" Of course, assuming Grimoire Heart to have ulterior motives at any given moment was generally a safe bet, but in this rare instance that actually didn't hold true - and it never hurt to sometimes play the victim a little bit either. Giving her lengthy forelock a casual flick to smooth the wind-swept tresses, she continued on, giving the other chief the option of either responding to her inquiry or simply treating it like a rhetorical question. "But I'll answer you, since you asked. I came here to get away from the excitement and crowds for a bit of peace and quiet, expecting this place to be deserted. It was a pleasant surprise to find you here though, I must say." Interestingly enough, that was the truth, even if it was likely at odds with whatever rumors the Gascti chieftain might have heard about her ("known for mingling", was it?) - it was simply up to Adda herself to decide whether or not to believe her. Offering Adelaide a slightly bland smile, she commented, "I, too, need some time alone to clear my thoughts occasionally, you know. I'm sure you understand; we're both mares with quite a lot on our minds, aren't we?"
T A G » Adelaide Dresner {❧ dova soupi ❧}
M U S E » good!
W O R D S » DCLXXVI [676]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 4, 2013 9:50:30 GMT -5
adelaide dresner that feeling that doesn't go away just did [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other The practiced thanks, the grandeur show of appreciation through the slightest of physical means and exuberant smiles, and Adelaide could tell that Grimiore Heart was either very bored with the thanks already, or there was something else skittered beneath the surface. Of course, it wasn't Adelaide's place to pester on such a personal level, especially since was their first meet. This was the most important, to boot. Impressions would be made, and the hierarchy would commence. Even the chiefs had their own hierarchy, who was respected over the other, and who was seen as the more powerful of the bunch, all the way down to who was the most untrustworthy. The tiers of chiefhood were numerous, and Adelaide knew that both she and her companion fought for some titles, whilst avoided others. It was a game, really. A game all their own.
"I'm rather hurt that you'd assume I have some ulterior motive, Adelaide, especially when we haven't even exchanged any more than greetings. I wonder if that has anything to do with what you've heard others saying about me, perhaps?"
An amused grin crossed Adelaide's face. This Miss Heart was everything she'd heard. A sleuth thing, troublesome to read since she always seemed to harbor a bit of plastic with everything she did - a falsity or farce that one could hint, but didn't know if it was true due to uncertainty overall. The Gascti Chieftain would go with her instincts, of course. Trust only those whom provide their trust to you, and never play with snakes, even the pretty ones. Having glanced away only a moment to watch a far off drake take flight before disappearing behind the mountains, Adelaide's head smoothly turned back to the Selisona chief, the grin still in place.
"Come now. Tell me someone who doesn't 'ave ulterior motives, Miss 'Eart."
[/b] Her grin broadened, entertaining herself. With such a pricturesque triable appearance, and being somewhat aloof and mysterious, Adelaide figured she was making quite an impression on this beach dwelling fae. Good or bad? Who knew. Adelaide didn't quite care, in the long run of things. At least, not now. Noting the mare tossing about her locks, almost to the point of a prissy young maiden - though Adelaide would never share her more rude thoughts of others openly, her brow peaked and she awaited a tale soon to come. "But I'll answer you, since you asked. I came here to get away from the excitement and crowds for a bit of peace and quiet, expecting this place to be deserted. It was a pleasant surprise to find you here though, I must say. I, too, need some time alone to clear my thoughts occasionally, you know. I'm sure you understand; we're both mares with quite a lot on our minds, aren't we?"A small chuckle, honey-like in tone, fell from Adelaide's velvets as she turned back to the landscape to admire it once more, Druidic powers still somewhat distracting at this point. She knew there was a panther lingering on the border of her touch, though it was all the information she had at the moment. She forced herself to look back, keeping as many pleasantries as possible to pass the expression of being cordial. "Yes, I do. Even in times of festivity, der is no time for a chief to relax and enjoy. Der is always somet'in on da winds, yes? Outer clan relationships, inter clan relationships, motives and desires. Da list does go on, lady chief."[/b] s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 450+ t a g s :: grimoire heart (ayumi) o o c :: sorry for the wait ;-; [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] and I walked a thousand miles to prove it [/color][/b][/i][/size] the color of my blood is all I see on the rocks [/color][/b][/i][/size] |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2013 2:48:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02.png'); padding:0px 65px 0px 65px; text-align:justify;]» "Tell me someone who doesn't have ulterior motives, Miss Heart." Though spoken in that thick brogue of hers, the words nonetheless struck uncomfortably close to home. Grimoire giggled in delight, and were she a small child she might have clapped her hands happily as though offered a morsel of sweet candy. "Oh, well said, Adelaide!" the silver lady exclaimed, throwing her elegant head back with mirth as she laughed. "I think I like you already." Now whether or not her dear Chief of Gascti liked her back was another story entirely (and who could really say how sincere Grimoire Heart was, ever?). The tribal mare might have acted aloof and detached, but the Selisona femme was the image of good companionship and fast-forming new friendship, all relaxed smiles and standing as close as a dear friend might. Grimoire was sure there were less than flattering thoughts going through Adelaide's head, as there were always wont to be when others guarded their thoughts and emotions against her, but Grimm would give her nothing to fault her for, not a single flaw to pick apart or criticize in her friendly ministrations. There were times to make enemies, and gods knew the serpent queen was never in want of those, but she had a feeling that now was not one of them - this one would do her more good as a friend than an enemy. Mares were fickle things, even more so for the ones with power, and Grimoire was of the opinion that a smart lady could inflict more pain that was more lasting and more intense than anything stallions could ever dream of.
» Not that Adelaide Dresner was making it easy for her, just as she wasn't making it easy to tell what she was thinking. She always seemed to have half of her thoughts in the clouds or some other faraway place, and not even Heart could say whether she was really that absentminded or if it were simply a defense mechanism against being read like a book (it worked, at any rate). When she spoke again after that one golden line, Grimm had to admit that she was rather puzzled by what she meant by it. Did she think the Selisona chieftain was not aware of the busy life of a clan leader? If not, then why feel the need to point out the obvious? When Grimm had said "we're both mares with a lot on our minds", she had meant something else entirely beyond the trivia of everyday affairs. They were both mares with a good amount of politics and ambitions on their minds, and although this was their first meeting, Grimm thought she could have said so of Adelaide with no small certainty. She, out of all people, would understand the anguish, pain, and white-hot lust for vengeance after being robbed of a mare's most precious possession - her child. Grimoire had felt a strange sort of sympathy, so foreign to her, after hearing of the Gascti chieftain's history with the Loxacin, and when the rumors circulated that she was planning revenge still, she did not doubt them for an instant. Perhaps it was time to point it out herself.
» "Oh please, clan relationships, everyday little desires, those are ultimately trivial matters to ones such as us," Grimoire said, voice sweet but words enigmatic as a crypt. Briefly she glanced away from the warpaint-adorned chief to gaze out in the same direction as she did, before returning her gaze to hers with a smile tinged with wistfulness. "I'd heard you've lost a child too early, same as I. If so, then you would understand how it leaves a void in you that neither land nor titles can fill, try though we might. Perhaps some good, sweet vengeance might ease the pain, but like myself, you are still unfulfilled in that regard, no?"
T A G » Adelaide Dresner {♛ Dova Soupi}
M U S E » rambly but good
W O R D S » DCLV [655]
S T A T U S » complete
O O C C H A T » I'm honestly excited to see where this will go. x3
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jul 7, 2013 21:39:46 GMT -5
adelaide dresner that feeling that doesn't go away just did [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Seemingly pleased by Adelaide's earlier statement, her company burst into an array of bright and pleasant giggles. The Gascti chief glanced over to her company, brow risen with interest, golden eyes glancing up and down her refined, porcelain face, watching her enjoy the simplest of truths. She had even gone and allowed herself to toss her head like a wee girl. A small expulsion of air, one of amusement, shook her nostrils, entertained by her fellow chief.
"Oh, well said, Adelaide! I think I like you already."
Flashing a smile in return, a natural response to a compliment like such, Adelaide dipped her head in thanks, eyes closing as her head lowered, then lids opening again as it rose. Her own opinion on Grimoire Heart was still tossed in the air. Any hunter, be it positive or negative, could run in, snatch the small morsel, and run back to their home cave and gnaw at it to their hearts content. Though, first impressions came easily enough, and Adelaide was one to make them surely after enough interaction as to have an educated and intelligible response to one's personal character.
Heart's emotions changed on the fickle mentioning of every day life, as if Adelaide had stated something blatantly stupid. Adelaide's own harks swiveled atop her head, falling from their upright position, tension loosening. Though, the iridescent mare tossed it aside, her brain working on some sort of machination that the Gascti chief was sure not to follow clearly, not that she necessarily desired to. Others thoughts were just that, the others.
"Oh please, clan relationships, everyday little desires, those are ultimately trivial matters to ones such as us."
Adelaide could not help but shrug, and she noted for later Grimoire Heart was not one to appreciate even the tiniest of small talk. Not that the Gascti mare was about to complain, small talk was not her strong suit when concerning linguistics, and she surely didn't enjoy partaking in it either, therefore could hold nothing against those whom shared in her opinion.
"I'd heard you've lost a child too early, same as I. If so, then you would understand how it leaves a void in you that neither land nor titles can fill, try though we might. Perhaps some good, sweet vengeance might ease the pain, but like myself, you are still unfulfilled in that regard, no?"
Everything stopped. Adelaide's eyes snapped up, having been glancing out over the scenery again. All sound seemed muted outside her own mind. She could hear her heart pumping life blood through her veins, she could hear the churn of her stomach as it digested her lunch. She could hear the ruffle of her mane and dreads as the gales played with them. With a deep inhale, the world fast forwarded around her to catch up with the time she seemingly lost, even her Druidic powers faltering in their precision. Muscles in her face twitched, veins popping underneath her bay skin. Her wings shifted uncomfortably, a feeling as if the quills were standing on end. For a moment, she just stood there, staring out into the wilderness as if she hadn't said anything at all. Soon enough, she turned her face towards the mare, her golden eyes shimmering with an anger below the surface, threatening to boil over and tear her apart, screaming with every ounce of despair, rage, and vengeance.
"Funny, dou'. Yo speak of it as if yo do not 'urt."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 17:21:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02.png'); padding:0px 65px 0px 65px; text-align:justify;]» Everything was fine and peachy until she mentioned the foal. That had been the gamble she took, and Adelaide's reaction, stiffening with fury as though she'd been slapped in the face, told Grimoire everything she needed to know. She'd bet anything that no one had dared to even chance upon such a touchy subject with the Gascti chieftain before, shying away from the angry and emotional outbursts that were almost sure to follow. Grimoire was no coward, though, and perhaps she was the first to dare to broach the subject deliberately without the slightest hint of hesitation, because the look of startled surprise on the once-unruffled face of Adelaide Dresner seemed to suggest as much. Fury and anger was her strength and weapon, Grimm realized suddenly, looking calmly into that face that practically seethed with righteous rage. But the best weapons were double-edged.
» Adelaide's glare might have committed bloody murder on the spot if looks could kill, but she ground out only one line in response, remarkably controlled despite the anger that practically radiated off of her in waves. In contrast, the Silver Lady stood her ground, seemingly unperturbed, watching the transformation overtake the other mare without so much as flinching. Showing weakness now would mean defeat in this verbal spar, just as much a battle as the gladiator fights in the ring below. It could even be argued that this duel of wits was even more important than the stallions (and Alyse, couldn't forget Alyse) slugging it out in the arena. When the Gascti chieftain remarked upon her seeming insensitivity to the loss of her foal, the Arab mare's ears flickered backward for just a moment before resuming their previous neutral position. "'As if I do not hurt'," she echoed bemusedly, her voice ringing oddly... empty, somehow, or more like hollow, even to her own ears. "Would that were only true. We simply have different ways of handling our pain, you and I. You guard it as closely as though it were a secret weakness, and to defend yourself you let your anger boil just beneath the surface, ready to flare up at the slightest provocation.
» "I've swallowed my pain like a bitter pill to make me stronger, so that none may use it against me. Anger will not help me now, and anger will not bring my child back to me, so I let it simmer - until such time as I can exact the vengeance I crave." Her eyes had gone strangely blank, dark yawning abysses in the place where the windows to her soul should have been. And yet they burned with a black intensity, so focused and unblinking it were as though she was looking into Adelaide rather than at her. She was definitely straying onto even thinner ice, but it was a gamble she was willing to take, and she plowed on relentlessly, refusing to let the Gascti mare get a word in edgewise before hearing her out. "But that does not make my pain, my fury, and my wrath any less real than yours. So don't you dare, Adelaide Dresner, play the martyr and judge my 'hurt' by the tone of my voice."
» Then, like the passing of a summer storm, the dark, simmering intensity was gone, and all was tranquil and peaceful again as a serene ocean. Grimoire Heart smiled then, radiant and beatific and as unruffled as she had ever been, and it were as though the sun was peeking out from behind a veil of storm clouds. "So what I'm saying is that I sympathize with your cause, and if you would accept my offer, perhaps Gascti can find a friend in Selisona, and likewise vice versa."
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