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01-20-2015, 04:43 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
It was time. No longer could she hide behind the excuse of being a mother. Even then, her excuse was a failed one. She knew that even though fighting had caused much damage to her body, she needed to feel the pain of hooves once again. Midas had helped her once before, and she was glad for his help again. Maybe he understood where she was coming from, maybe he didn’t. Either way, the reason she was here today was solely for her daughters, and her daughters only. It didn’t matter if anyone else was in harms way, for they are always first on her list.
Taking flight, she knew where she needed to be. The island was a place of life, but had now been soiled by death, so where better to be than in the heart of it all? A few treaded paths eventually gave way to where she needed to be. A large dirt patch graced the ground, allowing only the growth of warriors. From rains past, it was easy to see the weathered imprints of fights and spars that no doubt broke out here on a daily basis. How many of these steps were the last ones, if any? Sad to think that such a place exists on a land that was supposedly a gift from the Gods. Such “great” Gods they were.
Standing there was obviously Midas, decked out in his usual Midas-y things. Well, his only Midas-y thing, which was the collar that was adorned to his neck. That thing seemed to never be without Midas. Maybe he kept all his secrets there. One so formal, so “put together” never had clean hands. What were his skeletons? Did he keep evidence hidden under that collar? Such was the life of Elsa who could do nothing more than try to pick everyone apart. Even now, she was in a battle, trying to tear her mind from its usual musings, and focus it in on the battle. Midas was not going to be an easy win, and Elsa was no doubt leaning on having to go the defensive route. Now was just a question of how bloodied she’d be when she walked away, if at all. Offering a small, polite smile to Midas she dipped her head. He deserved at least a little respect, seeing as the Gods had him all “ascended” and what not. It was not in Elsa’s plan today to have the Gods smite her for not respecting their chosen one.
The formalities were short lived though, as she relied on her ever so clever tactic of quick attacks. Standing firmly where she was at the edge of the dirt circle, she began. The ice that already graced her soul sprung from the ground where she thought Midas’ right hind hoof was. If she could pierce the precious foundation he relied on, maybe she could stand a chance at brining the Golden King to his knees. Pushing off roughly with her hindquarters she sprung towards him. Height was one of her advantages here, for she was quite taller than he was. Hoping to gain enough momentum from her short burst of speed, she ran at Midas hoping the ice distracted the Czar, and she could ground him with her force.
He, however, was no doubt without a plan. Such a seasoned warrior like him could probably pick her apart piece by piece and know exactly where their opponent was going. She would have to rely on speed and agility, if a close fight is what he wanted, she was going to use every last bit of strength to stay on a guerrilla tactic. Such is the only way to dethrone a king, and to save the family.
"their speech goes here and this is the color"
[1/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || 624 Words || @[Midas]]
Taking flight, she knew where she needed to be. The island was a place of life, but had now been soiled by death, so where better to be than in the heart of it all? A few treaded paths eventually gave way to where she needed to be. A large dirt patch graced the ground, allowing only the growth of warriors. From rains past, it was easy to see the weathered imprints of fights and spars that no doubt broke out here on a daily basis. How many of these steps were the last ones, if any? Sad to think that such a place exists on a land that was supposedly a gift from the Gods. Such “great” Gods they were.
Standing there was obviously Midas, decked out in his usual Midas-y things. Well, his only Midas-y thing, which was the collar that was adorned to his neck. That thing seemed to never be without Midas. Maybe he kept all his secrets there. One so formal, so “put together” never had clean hands. What were his skeletons? Did he keep evidence hidden under that collar? Such was the life of Elsa who could do nothing more than try to pick everyone apart. Even now, she was in a battle, trying to tear her mind from its usual musings, and focus it in on the battle. Midas was not going to be an easy win, and Elsa was no doubt leaning on having to go the defensive route. Now was just a question of how bloodied she’d be when she walked away, if at all. Offering a small, polite smile to Midas she dipped her head. He deserved at least a little respect, seeing as the Gods had him all “ascended” and what not. It was not in Elsa’s plan today to have the Gods smite her for not respecting their chosen one.
The formalities were short lived though, as she relied on her ever so clever tactic of quick attacks. Standing firmly where she was at the edge of the dirt circle, she began. The ice that already graced her soul sprung from the ground where she thought Midas’ right hind hoof was. If she could pierce the precious foundation he relied on, maybe she could stand a chance at brining the Golden King to his knees. Pushing off roughly with her hindquarters she sprung towards him. Height was one of her advantages here, for she was quite taller than he was. Hoping to gain enough momentum from her short burst of speed, she ran at Midas hoping the ice distracted the Czar, and she could ground him with her force.
He, however, was no doubt without a plan. Such a seasoned warrior like him could probably pick her apart piece by piece and know exactly where their opponent was going. She would have to rely on speed and agility, if a close fight is what he wanted, she was going to use every last bit of strength to stay on a guerrilla tactic. Such is the only way to dethrone a king, and to save the family.
"their speech goes here and this is the color"
[1/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || 624 Words || @[Midas]]
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
