DON'T BE AFRAID TO CATCH FEELS — EVENT

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    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    Drenched in hot, salty blood, Sweetophelia retained her death grip on the now newly detached limb, the wind beating against her body as she plunged back down into the lake. Her pale lilac eyes following Uluare's retreating form as the dragon fled, she quickly refocused on her own situation - free falling into Shimmer Lake, far below. Regaining her sense of self, the BlizzardClan leader quickly teleported, reappearing several times, each time at a lower point, closer to the surface of the lake. Crashing into the water in a relatively small splash - thanks to her own rapid attempts at breaking her fall, or at least alleviating the severity. Resurfacing, she swam for the shore - only a short swim - with Uluare's detached leg now held between her teeth.


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    With Cyrus' eyes closed, he felt even more distant from his surroundings. It seemed quieter now. The fighting must have been over...the other guests having escaped to the safety of the mountains. He hoped the other Rifters- if there were any- were with them. There wasn't much he could do to help them from here, he thought dimly, starting to slip away from the pain, from the danger. Not until the medic came, at least. They would come- surely they would...


    From the outside, this moment of hopefulness was only visible in the slight easing of the nyari's tension. He appeared to relax, letting out a quiet, slow breath; then breathed in no more.


    It wouldn't be for a few hours yet that his spirit would reappear in this place, forced into the ginger feline body that he shapeshifted into on occasion. For now, there was only the body of who he had been, still and silent. It had all happened without much struggle or noise, one watching him wouldn't be sure he was dead for a while yet, unless they were watching for the rise and fall of his chest.