No More Holding Back!

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          “Princess don’t fight?                                    

                    Good Thing I’m Not A Princess!”

“…You do realize I am obligated to tell him right?”

She casts her gaze to the Poki Poki Hammer, the connection is blurred. It’s like she’s barely scraping any of the energy that’s there, a faint trail that barely leads back to her, the once vivid bright line of spiritual energy is more like shackles around herself, fragmented at area’s as if rusting away or simply turning invisible to her gaze, solidifying so much more significantly that she can no longer see it’s positive. The spiritual chains that had always been dug into her that she’d only recently realized the signs, before being able to see them. She knew that her own…abnormality was in no way close to what other’s had, yet it was enough to tell her signs in battle, helped her performance.

Yet, that was blurring after the fact her friends even if accidentally had betrayed her at one point, a crack in the fantasy world she had built for herself and she felt lost, spiraling out of control and desperately trying to cling to fragments, wanting to stay in that fantasy world. It’s only by sheer stubborn will that she finally breaks from that confine and has found herself making this decision now.

Placing the Poki Poki Hammer to rest against the bark of the tree, her hand lingers for a moment as she can feel a part of her soul trying to deter her from this. She wasn’t anything worthwhile, she was the hammer girl. But she NEEDED to be someone besides the hammer girl. She NEEDED to be Amy Rose, for the first time in her life and this…this would be a step in that direction.

Until she was able to distinguish herself from the fake, this weapon would not help in that goal, the memories latched to it are too fond, too strong and she needs to distance herself from that at the moment. She needs to make her own path. One day she’d come back for it. Her fingers ever briefly brushing over the hilt before she exhales slowly, then finally tears her grasp and gaze away, leaving the Poki Poki Hammer behind and heading in the direction of the rising sun.

Her hands gently grasp the apple, pausing to take a bite out of it as a flash of sharp canines before she sinks her teeth into it, effectively taking a bite out of the red fruit, it doesn’t quell the sinking feeling in her stomach yet it does edge away the faint tint of hunger for the moment, a single ear twitching at what the other has to say. Only for both to swivel backwards, flattening against her head as much as they could when the other reveals she’d heard fragments of the conversation. However she does manage a light chuckle at the other’s wording on the situation, a unique way to look at the current obstacle.

“I’m weak and emotional, that’s it.”

It’s another harder bite into the apple, as if trying to use it to quell some of the burning anger deep in her core, it smolders and sparks but it doesn’t ever truly ignite. She’s gotten a better handle on it, besides she can’t be angry at the moment.

“I can’t support my strength, I lied about myself to make others more comfortable, I’m still not showing all of what I am, I’m not sure who I want to be…I just feel like a mockery.”

She lets the word hang in the air, sighing ever slightly.

she pauses before frowning.

‘ no, you’re strong. you didn’t give into the goating, you didn’t show them your true strength and kept your calm and cool. that shows the signs of a mature young woman who knows she could pound them into next week, yet chose not to. the only thing I would of done differently, was rob them blind as they insulted me. ’

‘ you being ‘soft and weak’ isn’t that at all. you recognize your mistakes and now have the opportunity to grow and learn from them. they may be painful to be brought back up, but you’ll prove them wrong and shine ever more when you do so. ’

she reaches over, petting some quills lightly as she did before taking another bite and staring out quietly gently kicking her legs, swinging them lightly off the edge of the platform, eyelids lowering.

But then Rouge moves- Does something that stokes the embers and it takes everything in Amy to remain still, because memories flood back just from the simple petting of her quills, long dulled and clearly a more forced placement than their actual one, a dolled up appearance to make others more comfortable.

Lips quiver, knees are pulled closer to her chest before suddenly Amy disappears in a ball of fur, her quills snap upright and dig into place, it’s like her body had tried to do a spin dash to get away, it’s only thanks to the fact she doesn’t know how that keeps her completely stationary, simply latched in place, a faint quiver as if trying to contain her emotions before slowly unfurling. Gloved hands rising on instinct to try and settle her now wild quills that she had once had wild and free down into a forced settled posture.