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6/20/2016 9:11:27 PM
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The Tyranid beast, a Hormagaunt, screeched out a high-pitched cry as it rushed towards Ophélia. With her blood vision, she could see many more approaching her. Fear washed through her, as she feared her death approaching.
However, it did not come.
Soon, the hormagaunt stopped it's course. It stared at something with its nonexistent eyes, then screeched again.
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The Swarms of bugs clashed against the incoming Tyranids, who were then met with the same fate as the other one from before. Ophélia tried to stand, but a sharp pain flooded her leg. Her wounded leg was more badly wounded than she had initially thought. As she fell back on the ground, she heard light footsteps coming towards her, accelerating as they went.
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The figure stopped in front of her, Ophélia could hear the sound of shuffling and legs moving. [i]"You're wounded... I'll treat the wound."[/i] The voice was light, soft and sweet... she felt a warm, fuzzy sensation from her wounded leg. The pain went away quickly.
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The person was kneeling in front of her. She was... well... see it for yourself. Her skin was grey and metallic, yet wasn't sharp or cold. It was smooth, warm, like a human's. Her body glew with red and green energy, like some form of electricity, but not at the same time. She wore a nice cape and a robe. Her hair was black, falling to her shoulders. Her face was soft... she didn't have a nose, a strange shape was in its stead. Her eyes were a deep red, with green dots for the irises. She smelled good, too... she smelled like a fresh book, and roses. Her hands were softly on Ophélia's wounded leg, caressing it softly, green energy pooling from her hand. Needless to say... she was very, very cute. [i]"You're lucky I was around... my little scarabs made quick work of those Tyranids."[/i] Her voice was like a soft lullaby to Ophélia's ears, filling her with a strange, comforting sensation.
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"[i]Yeah...Thank you...[/i]" [b]Ophélia stared blankly at her. Pulling down the cuff of her sweater, and standing up on all legs. Her height wasn't exactly noticed until she stood. Her legs slightly coiled still.[/b]
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The beautiful stranger stood up as well, she was about six feet in height. She let off a shy smile. [i]"That's a nice sweater..."[/i] She blinked rapidly, as if slapping herself mentally. [i]"it isn't safe here. We have to go back. Please... come with me."[/i] Unbeknownst to Ophélia, Abby was absolutely intrigued by this woman. Never before had she seen something like her, she was beautiful... for a moment, she thought that maybe she, like her, was unique in the galaxy. She hoped... strongly, she hoped. She held her hand out to Ophélia.
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She found that her skin was very, very resilient... strange. Her hand was warm, yet no blood flowed through her body. Very strange... Guiding the wounded Ophélia, they were followed by the swarm of scarabs. They picked up the pace, running a bit faster, until they got to a nicer place of the ship. Well, compared to where they just were. [i]"We should be safe here... relatively."[/i]
