((OOC: I'm sure Amara would have liked to judge everyone in battle, but...she will be out for at least a day.
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Amara's body almost had the appearance of death, her skin cold to the touch and almost the color of an albino. Although her chest barely move, it was obvious she was still alive. The trench coat, though filthy and smelly, managed to stop the blood from flowing out of Amara's neck. Nox had been careful enough to tie the belt firmly, but not to the point where it became hard to breathe. Judging by the state she was in, her slumber would at least last until tomorrow night. It was a shame, since Amara had to constantly reply the past over and over again in her head...
***Dream***
Everything seemed to slow down the moment Amara's mother took the bullets from the Knifes, her body falling to the ground as slowly as a feather descending from the sky, trapped in a air current. Amara's attention was mainly focused on those eyes...those frozen over eyes that forced Amara to believe the frost found on grass in the winter was Death's breath...the eyes of a mother that could not protect their chiild...they were the most horrific eyes Amara ever saw. And then what? What happened next?
Darkness...a swelling darkness that erupted from the pit of Amara's gut...from her corner of her heart that held all her fear...the feeling of deep anguish, and then...hatred. Yes, it had been hatred that nearly drove Amara mad, her senses unable to keep up with the rage of emotions that came with watching one's mother murdered before their eyes. Instead of clawing at her enemies, though, Amara blamed her mother's tragic departure from Earth on herself. So, Amara digged her fingers into flesh...her nails scrapped at her neck, as though it were a fierce demon that lingered in order to marvel at the empty, useless corpse that was Amara's mother...deeper...and deeper still, until Amara felt as though her very soul would drip out of the scars upon her neck...
***To be Continued***
((OOC: Just going to go through a bunch of dream sequences until the next day comes. This can be considered a battle against the Knifes, even if it isn't present! xD Well, the next post will be. This just was a combination of emotions and describing Amara clawing into the flesh on her neck.
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