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Nailah watched her with narrowed eyes. She had the satisfying image of shooting her down but she couldn't do that. Even though she was acting completely insane she was still Idalla. "I hardly think it would have been fun though I'd relish a good battle. However I'm rather partial to my youth and your pleasure is not something I wish to give." At least not freely. She moved slightly stepping forward to see what Idalla would do still brandishing her daggers.

Nailah thought about it for a moment. She was always being told she was too young and always told she'd never grow up. She knew it was true. She was 19 in body and mind and she would remain that way until she died. She would never age and mature. The possibilities whispered through her mind like that of a lover's whisper. Niah's hand shook on the dagger and she broke her concentration. It was too overwhelming. One of her dagger's dropped and she stood there like she was frozen her mind nowhere near as alert as she needed to be.

Nailah felt fangs in her neck and screamed in outrage. She began berating herself over her stupidity. She had allowed her mind to drift and becauase of it now she was letting her very life be sucked from her. "No!" she screamed enraged. "I refuse to give in!" She brought her other dagger up and slashed at Idalla's stomach. She knew from experience the amount of pain it could cause. She yanked her head away and screamed in pain. Slowly she reached up and felt the blood on her shoulder. "Dammit!" She began breathing heavy and her eyes blazed. Slowly she held the dagger by the blade and prepared to throw it. She aimed directly for Idalla's throat, her rage overriding her need to keep Idalla safe. "I'm going to kill you b***h!"

Nailah was high on her rage. She came forward quickly the knife poised to hit it's mark. She reached about to ram the cool blade into soft skin and then stopped herself. She dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor. Then she fell to her knees. "Idalla..." She swallowed and laid her palms on the cool floor trying to get a hold of all she was feeling. She bit her lip until the metallic taste of blood filled her and she was finally able to focus on that and calmed down. SHe looked up at Idalla with tears in her eyes. "I...almost..." she stopped unable to say the horrible words.

Nailah's hands clenched into fists. She slammed her hand into the stone floor so hard it cut her hands and began to bleed. She stood and leaned against the table her eyes filling with tears. "I can't..." She looked at Idalla and began to sob even harder. Blood poured from the wound on her shoulder and she wasn't even aware but her dress was torn. She shakily grabbed the table and felt all the emotions fling into one ball in her system. Her stomach lurched and she was afraid she was gong to be sick. She clutched her stomach and then swayed on her feet. "I...think...I'm losing it..." she managed to say. She swallowed and blinked as everything began to lose focus. Then she fell straight into the blackness. THe last image she had was Idalla looking as though she had lost her best friend. "I'm sorry..." she said as she fell.

Idalla just sat shivering, she couldnt look up even as Nelphean wandered in. "I did it... Broke my promise... I cant go back... Its not going to stop..." Broken sentences were all she was capable of, mind lost in the depths of her sin. But given a proper minute to recollect the current situation, she forsaked her thoughts and concerns in favor of recifying what she could. Looking up at Nel, she said; lips trembling; "Nailah needs to to have her neck looked at... and we need to get her to her room..."

Idalla managed to just barely standup, still wearing her wings like a heavy cloak, the knobby claws atop them clasping like a collar beneath her throat. "Its not deep. The emotional scarring is going to be much worse." She said, still very much apalled at herself and afraid of when she'll next break down. "I cant look at her... or myself now. Nelphean, I need to get out of here." Still concealing the stomach wound, she couldnt very well walk, and was more or less stuck right there.

"Dont assume anything." She snapped, receding further from his kindness. "Im fine." Holding herself with as much dignity as she could, looking rather regal in fact, Idalla watched him work with fear. She didnt see an escape, and she didnt see her friends forgiving her easily. All the while, blood began to run down the inside of her wing, her muscles cupping the bottom edge to catch the slow trickle and prevent it from staining the floor. Maybe improper care for her wounds wouldnt be suicide, but it was probably to late for freedom anyways. "Her daggers...." She pointed to one with her blood clean hand, then moved on to the other, just a few feet from her feet, which she prayed she wouldnt be asked to pick up.