ENTER THE DEPTHS
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Though she may had been close to being winded, this brief respite was all that Ceal needed to get ready for more. She had banked on it, of course, as Mirja did make a short mention of this before. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she looked down at the lovely Wolf. For one of the first and only times, truly
looked at her. With all of Ceal's worries and concerns, with all of the fear she had. The fears she had about herself, her lack of control over the demon within, her descent into madness. She wondered how Mirja would handle it. Sure, maybe now she seemed like a woman of commanding presence, of stability and demanding respect. But, even in the midst of all that would Ceal still be loved by her if she fell too far?
She didn't want that, but sometimes the realistic future is the one you need to take the most care in. Still, in this world of good, or evil. What side did Mirja stand on? She's certainly never been the type to be swayed by anyone but herself. Not to say that she was selfish, but she usually had a clear reason to do this or that. If there was something she wanted, she would get it, if she didn't like it, it would not exist. ”....S-Something to look at, huh? Well... as long as it's you, I don't mind~”
It had taken her a bit longer to really reply to that comment than it should have. Ceal appeared lost in thought for a moment, thinking about all of those things, her insecurities showing her ugly face again. Taking in a deep breath, she shifted her weight to her other leg as she listened to her speak. Of how she obtained her abilities in merely a year. Yes, that was it. It was the very thing Ceal was so awed about, so amazed with. It didn't seem possible, but it was. She was so strong. She would be again. Ceal meant that thought. She meant it with everything she was. The gleam in Ceal's eyes quivered as she thought this, her brow lowering in deep, quietly burning determination, the more Mirja spoke, the more her expression looked like this.
At least, up until Mirja spoke about pony hooves. ”P-Pony hooves? I... you.. I-I mean... if that is what is required, I will gladly do this,”
She spoke in an odd, shaky and not very confident tone. A part of her felt overwhelmed, a part of her was hoping that the Wolf was teasing the poor Fox. Her face flushed with a crazy shade of red, and this time it wasn't due to her body being hot over the run. She was mostly cool now, her outfit being very well ventilated. Though in hindsight she was surprised Mirja didn't make her do it naked! Or worse, something that is so lewd that it would be worse than being naked. It would be just like Mirja to do something like this. Though, even as Ceal thought this, she felt a warmth in her chest, causing her to smile to herself, looking thoughtful.
A rough tap on her backside brought her back to reality with a jerk and a yelp. With a face of shock, Mirja pulled her down into a passionate kiss, causing Ceal's face to melt into one of passion itself, into one of love for the wold. Her eyes softened, and her brow evened out with the kiss, the same warmth within her chest growing, building and burning. It gave her butterflies in her chest. ”O-Oh.. so you were just kidding after all, that... that is a relief,”
To be fair, she was rather concerned if she'd had to do that in special boots like the hooves she mentioned, or with likely any more weight on her body in general. The very thought sent chills down her spine as she both anticipated it and dreaded it at the same time. The cruel duality of her mind both wanting and not wanting it. It plagued her probably more than it should have.”Well.. anyway. Right! So this is the next trail, I am ready!”
To be honest with a running start from a soul dash, she could likely jump 30 meters or better. But here, without the use of the majority of her super natural abilities... this might actually be a challenge. She looked out in front of her, seeing the post she needs to jump from, and the post she needed to clear just almost 9 meters away.
Ceal turned, walking up to somewhere around 20 meters away before pivoting once again. She bent down in a stretch, limbering her limbs before she took in a large inhale. With a kick of the dirt, she was off, sprinting at the upper limit of her ability without any usage of supernatural talent. She felt much faster than before, surprising even herself. Before she wouldn't be able to obtain this speed without the use of soul dashing. Once she stuck her foot at the first pole, she jumped, mustering as much momentum and speed as she could, combined with the muscles in her thighs and calves. She took in a small breath as she flew, amazing even herself.
Then, just like that, it was over. It was done, and Ceal landed. She looked over to see the pole she was supposed to clear “just” past her foot. It was a 8.9 meter jump, with only centimeters to spare. She had made it, but just barely.