ANYWAY NO it's. bad. her reflection ripples - when she spits blood, the glowing blue disappears. the monstrous creature is in her reflection, staring back at her, eyes dead, no one home, but it vanishes when she turns away, too, the specter of something that may haunt nimona for the rest of her life.
when she throws the bow on the ground, it rattles, ominously, angrily, like its pissed off. the shadows squeal unhappily, a terrible, shrieking noise - but when she pulls, she's able to yank glory free. the owl gasps for air and starts kicking at the shadow, too, until her feathers fluff and she's able to burst free.
she gasps. Nimona! and then flies around her in a circle, like she can look her over.
nimona, you're in bad shape, but you're alive. your heart hurts, but it's yours. your body hurts, but its yours. spit out the blood, kid. you've got a final battle to face. ]
[for a second, she falters, her expression wobbling fiercely, when glory bursts free and tries to look her over. she's fine, she's fine. she's always fine. not even the dark wants her, not the light, not anything at all, and she knew this. she's known this.
she's alive. she reaches up for the owl and just, in a moment of weakness, tries to hug her.
and then turns and stumbles down the path towards the monster.]
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ANYWAY NO it's. bad. her reflection ripples - when she spits blood, the glowing blue disappears. the monstrous creature is in her reflection, staring back at her, eyes dead, no one home, but it vanishes when she turns away, too, the specter of something that may haunt nimona for the rest of her life.
when she throws the bow on the ground, it rattles, ominously, angrily, like its pissed off. the shadows squeal unhappily, a terrible, shrieking noise - but when she pulls, she's able to yank glory free. the owl gasps for air and starts kicking at the shadow, too, until her feathers fluff and she's able to burst free.
she gasps. Nimona! and then flies around her in a circle, like she can look her over.
nimona, you're in bad shape, but you're alive. your heart hurts, but it's yours. your body hurts, but its yours. spit out the blood, kid. you've got a final battle to face. ]
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she's alive. she reaches up for the owl and just, in a moment of weakness, tries to hug her.
and then turns and stumbles down the path towards the monster.]
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the owl immediately wraps both wings around her, fiercely, and hugs her back.
and now you can go help out ponta!!!! ]