Ophelia
Ophelia very nearly tags Edmund, but the tap of a fuzzy tail on the nose makes it clear it's not going to be that easy. Ophelia stomps their front feet into the mud in what outwardly appears to be an expression of frustration, but what is truly just excitement.
As they race after Edmund again however, another scent - a scent they can't turn away from - tickles at their leathery nares. Freezing, Ophelia snaps their teeth together lightly to alert Edmund and turns their head toward the scent. There is no bond to guide them, but Ophelia is certain Edmund will be able to smell the same thing. The bloodlust stirs like a living beast in their veins, encouraging them to abandon all play and pretense for something far more necessary. Without waiting for Edmund - now it really would be a race - Phi darts off into the underbrush, intent on hunting down whatever is bleeding, be it predator or prey.
As they race after Edmund again however, another scent - a scent they can't turn away from - tickles at their leathery nares. Freezing, Ophelia snaps their teeth together lightly to alert Edmund and turns their head toward the scent. There is no bond to guide them, but Ophelia is certain Edmund will be able to smell the same thing. The bloodlust stirs like a living beast in their veins, encouraging them to abandon all play and pretense for something far more necessary. Without waiting for Edmund - now it really would be a race - Phi darts off into the underbrush, intent on hunting down whatever is bleeding, be it predator or prey.
For Justice knows the balance and your case cannot be won
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
