the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
Work. Move. Train. Fight.
Take the anxiety, the crushing weight of a thousand failures and a crumbling psyche, and put it into physicality, until the scream of her muscles is enough to drown out the wail of her heart.
That is Amalia's intention today as she paces on the training grounds, waiting to be opposed. Fleet and feline leopardess: her first form, her truest form, the one she finds solace in when the world becomes too loud. Soft feet pad on the dry summer soil, her long tail lashing the air behind her. This Amalia is a feral thing, no-holds-barred, ready to be battered, ready to bruise.
Impatient for someone to come and free her from her torment, distract her for a merciful minute from the hollowness in her chest.
Take the anxiety, the crushing weight of a thousand failures and a crumbling psyche, and put it into physicality, until the scream of her muscles is enough to drown out the wail of her heart.
That is Amalia's intention today as she paces on the training grounds, waiting to be opposed. Fleet and feline leopardess: her first form, her truest form, the one she finds solace in when the world becomes too loud. Soft feet pad on the dry summer soil, her long tail lashing the air behind her. This Amalia is a feral thing, no-holds-barred, ready to be battered, ready to bruise.
Impatient for someone to come and free her from her torment, distract her for a merciful minute from the hollowness in her chest.
