Edy sneers at the raven who won't fuck off from her antler. Honestly the glow of red on those white feathers is some Edgar Allen Poe shit that she feels in her bones despite the warbles of impossibility through time. However the devilish screams that siren through the trees makes her heart hammer. Not one to keep trinkets or keepsakes (or common sense) close to her, the teenager drops the antler as fire bleeds up from her palms, shooting out into the darkness.
But of course it finds nothing; merely illuminating the ghostly nothingness that haunts them.
And then she sees red once again. The red of the flames doesn't hold a candle to the burning inferno in her soul. Rounding, she snarls at the black-eyed bitch of a woman, with her angular face and all-too mysterious ways. "Fucking hold the antler she says." Edy snarls, her teeth like fangs in the night as firelight glints off of them casting demonic shadows in the angular parts of her bone structure.
"So fucking bossy." The teenager snarls, prowling forwards with a hand outstretched, pulling some total Jedi bullshit as she made a choking grip with her fingers that Amalia would feel. "SHUT." Her hands tightened, her magic stretched out. "THE FUCK—" Edy grit her teeth so hard her jaw ached. She pulled and tugged at the life inside of Amalia, feeling it quench her insatiable anger in minuscule ways "—UP!!!!"
And Amalia did. But not because she'd listened to the Launceleyn. But because Edy had killed her.
As magic flowed out and her energy waned, sanity came rushing back all too quickly this time, making the teenager reel. She watched Amalia collapse, could feel the utter lack of life left inside of her. There was nothing left to drain, because there was nothing left at all.
"ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck." She mumbled, rushing toward Amalia. Suddenly she was rocked to the side, her dark eyes wide as she spied Rory seething at her. Panicked, she looked to the white raven then back to Rory, curses and criticisms on her lips.
Grabbing clumsily at Amalia's body which was now dead weight, Edy grunted and threw her unceremoniously over her shoulder. Knowing fuck all about horses the teenager didn't even consider using one of them. They weren't hers anyways.
With a grunt, Edy shuffled as fast as she could towards the Rathskeller and towards Vai. Sure, Isla was the hot one, but right now Edy just wanted the comforting momma-Vai vibes and the magic she knew the woman possessed.
Edy leaves with Amalia to seek help!EDY
Could dress up to get love. But guess what?
I'm never gonna be that girl who's living in a Barbie world
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