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02-09-2015, 01:01 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Control? Did control ever really exist? No, it didn’t. No matter how hard Elsa tried to “control” it always ended up in an epic disaster. Just look at her entire past. That right there is scientific proof that this “control” theory is nothing more than a lie fed to those with too much hope. Succumbing to her emotions was the only thing she knew. Not to mention, it was her motivation. Feeling something meant she was still alive, still breathing, still fighting.
As her hoof came down, she felt it hit flesh. It skimmed across the surface, and she could only hope she had left a wound. Maybe then she could gain a little more respect in his mind. She longed to be in existence. Her mind wanted so badly to be freed of the titles the world had given her. She wasn’t just a mason, a mother, and a lover. She is a strong, independent fighter that has overcome what she thought was a doomed path to hell. Did Helovia see that though? Or was she too far buried under the weight of titles to ever become what she hoped to be? The masks needed to fall away, and she realized that now. Pretending to be the submissive woman had begun to slowly rot away the core of her being. She couldn’t be the pillar of support for everyone. She needed others to start stepping up and supporting her.
Pushing away from Midas’ body she knew this was far from over. The spar had only just begun, and the tiny wound she had inflicted was not going to ground the Czar. Midas on the other hand, had done a pretty good job at making her flight painful. His strong wings had left a sore feeling that resonated in the muscle between her wings. With each flap she felt the muscle knot up and scream. It wanted her to land. Midas, however, would not let her move far. Her wings hindered her speed, so the Czar easily followed behind her. Before she could dive out of the way, she felt his teeth sink into the flesh just above her right gaskin. The pain was horrifying. It hit the nerves with the force of a train, causing her to arch her back in an attempt to release his teeth. The right leg coiled then in it’s knee jerk reaction to flee, and released a kick back at the Czar’s face. It wasn’t the attack that Elsa had planned, but her nerves had taken control. She was victim to her body’s natural fight or flight defense.
Angling herself then, she refused to stay in the air to take another hit from Midas. Hoping to avoid another bite to her rear, she dove down. At the same time, for a safety measure, she kicked out with both hind legs. The burning that resonated within her right leg would have to scream. She needed to make sure he couldn’t get close without experiencing pain. The wind rushed past her wings as she zigzagged downward. Hopefully the erratic path would keep the Czar from following so close behind. As the ground neared, she prepared for a landing. As long as Midas stayed out of the way, she’d be able to land without a problem. Then again, fighting him was never that easy.
All the while her mind reeled. So why was she here exactly? Her first notion for coming was to defend her family, but was that really it? In the subconscious of her mind she knew that Oxy could handle himself. With the recent turn of events, she knew she did not have to worry for her family; he (she hoped) was intelligent and strong enough to defend them. That was when it began to dawn on her, she was here for herself. It was a reminder that she was still strong, that a part of her still existed. The girl that was born with all the potential and wonders to conquer the world still existed. All she needed was a little bit of tumbling to shine through the rocky layer that had suffocated her. Midas was just another stepping-stone on the path to redemption. She needed to forgive herself.
[3/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || 706 Words || @[Midas]]
As her hoof came down, she felt it hit flesh. It skimmed across the surface, and she could only hope she had left a wound. Maybe then she could gain a little more respect in his mind. She longed to be in existence. Her mind wanted so badly to be freed of the titles the world had given her. She wasn’t just a mason, a mother, and a lover. She is a strong, independent fighter that has overcome what she thought was a doomed path to hell. Did Helovia see that though? Or was she too far buried under the weight of titles to ever become what she hoped to be? The masks needed to fall away, and she realized that now. Pretending to be the submissive woman had begun to slowly rot away the core of her being. She couldn’t be the pillar of support for everyone. She needed others to start stepping up and supporting her.
Pushing away from Midas’ body she knew this was far from over. The spar had only just begun, and the tiny wound she had inflicted was not going to ground the Czar. Midas on the other hand, had done a pretty good job at making her flight painful. His strong wings had left a sore feeling that resonated in the muscle between her wings. With each flap she felt the muscle knot up and scream. It wanted her to land. Midas, however, would not let her move far. Her wings hindered her speed, so the Czar easily followed behind her. Before she could dive out of the way, she felt his teeth sink into the flesh just above her right gaskin. The pain was horrifying. It hit the nerves with the force of a train, causing her to arch her back in an attempt to release his teeth. The right leg coiled then in it’s knee jerk reaction to flee, and released a kick back at the Czar’s face. It wasn’t the attack that Elsa had planned, but her nerves had taken control. She was victim to her body’s natural fight or flight defense.
Angling herself then, she refused to stay in the air to take another hit from Midas. Hoping to avoid another bite to her rear, she dove down. At the same time, for a safety measure, she kicked out with both hind legs. The burning that resonated within her right leg would have to scream. She needed to make sure he couldn’t get close without experiencing pain. The wind rushed past her wings as she zigzagged downward. Hopefully the erratic path would keep the Czar from following so close behind. As the ground neared, she prepared for a landing. As long as Midas stayed out of the way, she’d be able to land without a problem. Then again, fighting him was never that easy.
All the while her mind reeled. So why was she here exactly? Her first notion for coming was to defend her family, but was that really it? In the subconscious of her mind she knew that Oxy could handle himself. With the recent turn of events, she knew she did not have to worry for her family; he (she hoped) was intelligent and strong enough to defend them. That was when it began to dawn on her, she was here for herself. It was a reminder that she was still strong, that a part of her still existed. The girl that was born with all the potential and wonders to conquer the world still existed. All she needed was a little bit of tumbling to shine through the rocky layer that had suffocated her. Midas was just another stepping-stone on the path to redemption. She needed to forgive herself.
[3/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || 706 Words || @[Midas]]
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