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looking for a hero - Elsa - 07-07-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. Through the musing and meanderings of someone who has too much time, Elsa began to wonder about those she had met in the caves. Granted, she hadn't met too many, but there had been enough that she wondered about them. One in particular was the snow hailing Beowulf. The poor creature was so sweet, and so caring, and she just wondered what on earth had happened to such a lovely one.
Then, she supposed, she should go somewhere cold! So the brilliant Elsa decided to trek alone to the Frostbreath Steppe. She traveled north, avoiding the Basin as she went. She had met the nicer general at the arch, and knew she did not want to wander there for fear of running into him again. So, she went north, even taking the precaution as the fly over to the peninsula. When she landed, she was greeted by a near barren landscape. Although in the heat of summer, there was just an occasional shrub, and a light dusting a snow. She snorted as her eyes scanned the area, looking for the large, fluffy beast named Beowulf. "Beowulf? Are you out here?" She called out softly, trying to make out a hulking figure anywhere. Please be him and not another beast... She thought. Maybe she should've brought an escort along. As a cool breeze went by she shivered. Beowulf, you better get here soon if you are out there. Her blue and white eyes began desperately flinging around the landscape. Just then a hawk flew overhead, screeching loudly. She yelped and jumped into the air. Damn Elsa, when did you become such a scaredy foal? She grumbled at herself, now, instead of being too brave, she was too flighty. @[Beowulf] RE: looking for a hero - Beowulf - 07-22-2014
RE: looking for a hero - Elsa - 08-07-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. Dark and shadowy figures danced around her eyesight. They bounded too a fro, begging her to follow, and to pull her under with them. She reared again, as one seemed to dash in front of her. Crystal eyes shot to the sky, only to find the shadow had belonged to the same hawk.
It watched ever so closely from the sky, its yellow eyes piercing into her. It waited- almost like he knew she was doomed to some unfortunate death up here. She couldn’t blame him though; she was nearly walking into the heart of beast land. It was worth the risk though; the man she was seeking out had been the only one to call her angel right off the bat. The comment was something Elsa would never forget, and would be always grateful for. The hawk circled about again at the top of the steppe, before screeching out again and diving down the side. Elsa watched carefully, following the figures decent until it melted behind another shadowy figure. It was approaching from the base of the steppe, coming up the side. It had the same build as- oh god. Elsa took a few cautious steps backward, reeling on what to do. What if Krieger frequented here? What would he do again? Would he attack? All these questions just melded together into one confused ball. Her mouth gaped, trying to grasp what to say or what to do. Moments passed as the figure drew nearer. All she could do was squeak out a pitiful, quiet noise. As it moved closer, the figure got bigger and bigger. ‘Please be Beowulf. Please be him.’ Was all she could think about. Otherwise, she was sitting here like a duck, open for anything the world decided to throw at her next. @[Beowulf] [so i saw you posted about beo x elsa baby and all I can see is a winged, horned flying polar bear. xDD and my original awesome post deleted, so this was it's pathetic replacement. :(] RE: looking for a hero - Beowulf - 08-07-2014
RE: looking for a hero - Elsa - 08-08-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. Elsa was still stuck in a panic. It drew nearer and nearer until it too, had slowed. For a moment, nothing but the wind was speaking between the two bodies. Elsa held her breath fast, as if not breathing was going to make all the bad things go away. The scent of another then followed in the wind, that of a cat-like creature; no doubt a companion. Elsa racked her mind, trying to connect a cat with a being, but none of the faces matched with such a companion. She snorted nervously, before finally a voice spoke.
'Elsa?' God-damnit, she's know that voice from everywhere. The rumbling, mumbling chivalrous polar-bear dude from the caverns- Beowulf. A large, audible sight was released from her body as she marched over to him. "Jesus Beowulf. You scared the shit out of me!" She said exasperated, as she came to a stop in front of the large, hairy man. Then, the scent of a cat again bombarded her nose. Her ears perked curiously, as she peaked around his neck, to see a cat lying on his back. Elsa couldn't help but make a dirty joke. I mean... they were on that level right... and it was obviously a female cat. "You finally got some-" She paused for half a moment, revising. She was second guessing how he would take her comment. But, for giggles shake she winked at him before continuing. "You got a companion. What's her name?" Elsa couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. "What have you been doing since the outbreak?" She asked, knowing almost for certain he was with the Basin. Although, stranger things have happened she hoped he was elsewhere. The Basin wasn't exactly "simpatico" with her or the falls. Her life... well, if he asked about it, she'd tell him. Otherwise, no point in being a downer right? She paused again though, jealousy spiking about his companion. It was probably nice having one right? Especially one that understood you. That was all Elsa wanted, was for someone to understand. She was always so busy pleasing that she never had time to talk about her own problems. It only furthered her want for a companion. They could lean on each other, right? @[Beowulf] RE: looking for a hero - Beowulf - 08-15-2014 RE: looking for a hero - Elsa - 08-22-2014 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. She stifled a laugh at Beowulf. The poor thing was just an awkward hairy lump of good-meaning. I mean, even his wink seemed to mechanical and foreign, but at least he was trying.
But he took her attention as he spoke of the cat, and she was glad he had not caught her joke. But, she was pretty sure that had answered her question. Beowulf, in all honesty, probably has not gotten any nether action. But, alas, Mykah seemed to control his attention. The way he talked made her think he was just smitten with her. Elsa sighed, a little jealous, but offered a friendly smile. "Such a lovely name! So she's still a young in'. Can for sure say i'm jealous. I want my own companion someday. All the bonds i've seen seem so good." Except for Oxy. Poor wisp didn't have a name as far as she knew. I mean, he pretty much flipped shit when it hatched and... well that was an awkward first day in Helovia. "Does she like others?" She asked, restraining herself from reaching a nose out to the cat. Of course, if she was friendly, Elsa wanted to give her a nudge. I mean... she looked so soft! But attention turned to her, as he so chivalrously called her Angel. "When will you learn that I am probably more closely related to a demon?" She asked, rhetorically of course. But, that didn't mean she hated the compliment. It always felt good to be complimented, it made her feel a little more... normal. Especially in this land of crazy horses with weird markings and usual terrible attitudes. "Well... i've been promoted to Mason, crafting a lot, making some friends, pissing people off, getting poked in the eye... you know, the usual." She said with a laugh. It felt good to be able to joke around a little bit. I mean, considering circumstances usually sucked up happiness like a vacuum and then proceeded to puke up terror like it has eaten to much of it. @[Beowulf] |