[Naava]

Naava's attack was deflected by a purple wall, and before Naava could even figure out what had happened she was frozen in place and peing condemned. Before Naava could protest that she hadn't gone after Dora, her sister was squeezing her wrist so tightly the only thought Naava had was an ominous 'OW!' -blip- what was the point of having free will if everyone did everything for you!? Even worse this chain of unalterable events continued and naava found herself knee-deep in fresh snow. Instantly she was chilled to the bone.

Before her eyes Dora had become something Naava had never seen. Dora had become just like Naava. Hateful, Spiteful, and cruel. Naava was so proud. Before Naava had doubted they were related. Back when Naava had hoped to be a nymph, she'd seen Dora as brutal and violent. Then, after the trauma that followed thier mother's death, Naava had seen her as soft. But now they were the same, it was really quite amazing.

Shaking off her thoughts, Naava trudged towards the nearest cliff face, her way-to-tight, black leath outfit already soaked through and sticking to her numbing body. Hopefully she'd be able to glide down the face of the mountain. The air was so thin up here, and there was no wind at all thanks to her twin, hopefully it'd work. Making it to the edge, Naava prepared her shivering heap of a body for take off by stretching out her wings. After taking as deep a breath as she could, Naava dove off of the edge and let her wings catch in the air. With no updraft, she was unable to smoothly glide down the landscape, so she attempted to pump her wings to get lift. Sadly this wore her out all to quickly when combined with the weather and her previous exhausted state. Fainting mid-air, Naava plummeted to the ground and tumled down the snow covered slope.

Landing a little ways away from where she'd started, Naava remained silent and motionless, lost in the sweetness of oblivion - but still alive. A shallow pulse remained in her body, and an even more shallow stream of breathsslowly came form her limp body. She wouldn't last long in this weather.

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[Nymphadora]

Teleporting high into the sky, Nymphadora angled her wings to dive down to Naavas position. When she'd finally checked in on her sister, she'd let out an exasperated breath. Navva couldn't do anything to save her own life. Literally. She's so tough on the exterior, you'd think she'd be able to handle herself. But no, she couldn't even make it to the portal. Nymphadora had even killed with wind for her and everything.

Landing beside her sisters unconscious body with grace, Nymphadora crossed her arms and stared down at her sister. Earlier thoughts in which she had tried to block now seemed to seep from her mind. With her sister alive, Nymphadora was a warrior. Plain and simple. When her sister was dead... she'd been peaceful. What did this mean? Circling Naava, thoughts tumbling through her head, Nymphadora tried to figure it all out. Some of it made sense to her, and yet none of it made sense at all.

Standing strait with a sneer, Nymphadora shook her head and reached down, grabbing the collar of Naavas shirt and tugging her up off the ground. Shaking her head in annoyance, she teleported from the mountain side to the Anyeli Palace, landing just outside the gate. Thrusting her sister forward, not caring if she was still unconscious or not, Nymphadora looked down on her one last time. God your pathetic. She said viciously before teleporting off Anyeli land.

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