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She sighed as yet another human pushed past her, nearly knocking her down. She turned around just early enough to slam right into someone, spilling their hot coffee all down her shirt. "Forget this!" Nymphadora exclaimed, and shoved past a few people and onto the street. All of a sudden she heard a screeching of tires. She turned around and saw a bright yellow taxi cab heading stright for her.
Forgetting where she was, Nymphadora's defensive instincts kicked in. She jumped quickly to the side, her grey wings giving her a little extra thrust. She landed on the ground, skidding backwards, her left wing scrapeing on the hard gravel. Groaning, she got up, and looked toward where the cab was. She wasnt suprised when the yellow monster wasn't there, but speeding off down the street.
Looking around her, a croud had started to form. Not knowing if she was exposed, she quickly tucked her wings close to her body, hidden by her clothes. She didn't know if anyone had seen them, but she didnt want to leave them out for open viewing. Slowly, she got to her feet, and stubled away from the road. Peering over her shoulder, she saw the croud that had formed had dispenced just as quickly.
She walked quickly, holding her injured wing. She pulled her hand from behind her and looked at it. There was quite a bit of blood, but not so much she needed to worry. Not hearing the useual busstle of the city, she looked up and noticed she had wandered into a park. Nymphadora scanned the scenery, and almost instantly found Central Park. She made her way over, and sliped through the density.
Hidden from human eyes, she peeled off her jacket and let it fall to the floor. Closing her eyes, she focused her attention to her wings, and she slowly tried expand them to full length. About a quarter of the way out, a sharp pain periced her wing and traveled to her shoulder. She winced, and slowly let them fall limp. Carefully, she pulled her left wing close to her, and around to her stomache. She looked at the wound, and was nearly sick with what she saw.
All her feathers had been torn off, and quite a huge layer of skin. She was only thankful it was in an area not crucial for flight. But it still needed to be tended to. Sucking in her breath, she tucked her wing back in close, and winced through the pain. Nymphadora then grabed her jacket, and put it on. She needed to find the catnip for Sylpoe. Ignoring the pain in her wing, she started toward where she had last seen it.
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Watching the girl come further into the forest her face twisted into even more disgust as she recognized the girl. "Nymphadora, little miss perfect, figures." It was none other than her twin sister. Though not identical, simply paternal, and Naava barely admit to that. Although she was self concious around other higher angels, around her sister, and around non-angels, she put that all away and became quite a demon.
"Fall again Nympha-dumma?" She called out snoodily to her sister.
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Nymphadora spun around at the sound of her sisters voice. It took her a second, but she located Naava, sitting on the branch of a tree like a bird. She wrinkled her face in disgust.
Continuing on her way, she passed right underneith her hurtful sister. "Go away Naava."
Nymphadora held her wing closer to her, trying to pretend nothing was wrong. She didn't intend to pay more attention to her sister than she had to. It would just turn into another arguement over their genetics, and family's misfortuine. She was tired of hating her sister. And tired of hating herself.
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"hmmm, is that fear? Let's see if I can have some more fun with her." Naava thought with a twisted smile forming on her face. Jumping down a branch so she could get closer to her "sister". Oh how she loved tormenting her. It wasn't Naava's fault that she was more beautiful, and had better wings.
"But where would be the fun in that?" Naava playfully called to her sister. "Still working on getting your puny white wings?" She said with fake sympathy.
It was no secret that Dora hated Naava for wanting to be a more powerful Dark Angel. It was all because thier father was a light angel. "Pah, he was weak. That's why he's gone." Naava thought, trying to hide her true emotions.
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Nymphadora stoped and turned to face her sister. She looked into her eyes, and saw her laughing inside. "First of all, that's none of your buisness. Second of all... you know what? Never mind. Your not worth it."
Nymphadora started to walk away from her sister. She shook her head, disgusted that Naava would soil their fathers good name by becoming something he fought so hard to destroy. It didn't matter though. As soon as she got her white wings, and earned her place amung the other angels, she would try and use her powers to convince Naava to follow the path of light.
Sometimes it didn't seem fair that the one sister who was garanteed a chance to become a great light angel, didn't care at all about the family. She hated her for that.
Lost in thought, Nymphadora didn't realize that she actually hadn't moved away from her sister. She also didnt realize that tears had escaped from her eyes.
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"You only say I'm not worth it 'cause you're jealous. You want so badly to be me. But, you can't take the fact that dad was weak. You've idealized him into this strong master angel. But he wasn't. He was just as weak as you are." Naava said, the anger towards her sister growing.
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"Dont you EVER talk about my father like that! You will NEVER be HALF the Angel he was." She spat angrily. Her hatred for her sister never felt as strong as it did at that moment. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You know what i think Naava. Its you who is jealous. Your jealous that Dad always liked me best. He favored me. And after mom died, it was ME who he took and taught the way of a light angel." Nymphadora stared into her sisters eyes with triumph. She could almost feel a slap coming, but she held her ground. If she ever wanted to be a light angel, she couldnt let people walk all over her like she did. Least of all her ungreatful sister.
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"...after mom died..."
Naava raised her hand and whipped it acrossed her twin's face. "Mom died protecting our family, like dad should've been. He was a coward, and senseless too. Teaching you the way of the angel was pointless! You'll never be accepted to the angels. You're nymph blood is to thick." Naava spat her words out like fire to oil. She watched the anger build higher on Dora's face.
"You want proof?" Naava said running towards a clearing. "Catch me if you can, that is, unless you still can't fly." And with that she flew off, straight towards the sky.
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Naava knew how hard she worked, and was still working to gain her white wings and finally have the status of an angel. Nymphadora never had worked on anything so hard in her life. Her sucess as an angel is what Nymphadora knew would prove to her father that she was indeed worthy. And to have Naava flat out tell her her... her nymph blood was too strong, that was like ripping out her heart, and then spitting on it.
Before she could respond, Naava took off in a run, challanging her to a race in the sky. Nymphadora clenched her teeth. Unless i still can't fly? Where the heck have you been Naava? You stupied little... Cutting off her thoughts, she yanked off her jacket and threw it on the ground. She, unlike her sister no doubt, had been exercising her wings to help with sudden flight. You never know when you'll need to just take off.
Thinking of what she'd do to Naava once she flew over her, she smirked, then extended her wings out quickly. All of a sudden a sharp pain bolted through her wing and into her shoulder. What the... oh no... Peering over her shoulder at her wing, she remembered the wound that had been inflicted by the taxi eariler. She had been so caught up in her fight with Naava that it compleatly slipped her mind. She looked ahead as Naava was raising into the sky.
Nymphadora felt defeated. After all this time... she finaly had the chance to show Naava what a real angel could do, and she had to be wounded by a stupied ugly cab. She shook her head, and closed her eyes, a tear escaping. After what seemed like a few moments, she looked up, her eyes fixed on Naava. She extended her wings, wincing slightly as the pain rocketed through her shoulder. She then took a running start, and hoisted herself of the ground. Beating her wings as hard as she could, she slowly started to gain on Naava.