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02-02-2015, 01:34 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
She had forgotten how sparring affected her. It made her feel alive, like she was truly of flesh and blood. Midas had been the one to break her from the bout of baby blues. Once again, she was back in action, so to speak. Her skills had been sharpened once more, and the dull blade of battle was now shining in full glory. So when the chance came to help train with the warriors, she jumped on it. Not only would it give her something to do, but now she could prove that she was much more than just the herd’s mason. She was a woman who should be as respected as both a crafter and a kickass.
No longer was she a meek girl. The cages of a blind eye had finally let her go. Now she was free to kick as much butt, and shame any man, she could lay her hooves on. Rostislav just so happened to be the victim of the day. Not that it was her choice, for Oxy and him had to have paired the warriors off. He was probably trying to salvage his man card, since she had kind of left him a tad sore. She on the other hand, walked away happy as a peacock.
This situation proved as an ante up. He had grown stronger as a Legatus. All the while she had only managed to lose an eye. The playing field would be much closer this time. Thus, she decided on taking a different approach. She needed to arrive early, and have him attack her. Elsa had become far too predictable by running at everyone head on. So now, it was her turn to try a different maneuver.
Picking up a brisk trot, she approached the lake. Peering into the water, what looked back at her was a woman she was so unfamiliar with. Granted, summer was never that great for her, but now she looked so out of place. Snow settled around her before dissolving in silence. She blinked once, trying to re-learn the lines of her face. She hadn’t seen herself since the incident. Now instead of two sparkling blue eyes, a sickening white one took over. It looked like someone had taken a slightly transparent white paint and decided to recolor her eye. It was hideous. Scars other than that, littered her face. They were scrapes from scuffles, fear, and everyday klutziness. Edgar, who had been silently sitting upon her head, actually remained silent. He could see into her mind, and how beautiful she used to be. He shifted, taking flight from her head to perch above the field in the nearby tree line. She needed some time before this fight to settle into her groove.
Elsa pulled away reluctantly. The reflection was right; she was no longer the queen. She was the loyal servant under the Helovian crowned leaders. Thus, it was her duty to pull out of this fight victorious. Midas and Ghost deserved someone who could hold their own. Inhaling slowly, she began to turn only to be greeted with the sound of Rostislav’s voice. She stopped, not turning to face him.
A small smug smile creeped over her face. He had been so thoughtful as to warn her. Though that warning was not enough, for Edgar screeched. Rostislav was running at her blind side. Her left was bare and exposed. She can hear every blunt thud as he thunders towards her. Turning, she refuses to take damage to the left. She needs to keep him within view. Flipping, she can see how close he is. He had been coming from the back, but now that she had flipped, he was coming at her face. Flinching at the closeness, Elsa braces herself for impact, locking her legs. Yet, she is not hit like a train. Instead, she opens up from her flinch only to see Rostislav looming over her. His hooves kick out at her face, and she yelps, launching herself forward. His hooves come down upon her right wing, tearing it away from her side. She screams, and she can feel the muscle pull and stretch. The joint aches, and it falls limp against her side. The damn fool had grounded her! Feathers dragging on the ground, she doesn’t look back as she pulls an ice spike from the ground. She wants it to pierce his stomach. If he wanted to play dirty, she would give it right back. Circling, she then tries to run at his right side. Gaining as much momentum as she could muster in the short distance, she raises herself up. If she can shove all the momentum and speed into her front legs, she could ground him. Lets see if the drunk can withstand a couple of pushes.
"their speech goes here and this is the color"
[800 Words || 1/3 Attacks || @[Rostislav]
No longer was she a meek girl. The cages of a blind eye had finally let her go. Now she was free to kick as much butt, and shame any man, she could lay her hooves on. Rostislav just so happened to be the victim of the day. Not that it was her choice, for Oxy and him had to have paired the warriors off. He was probably trying to salvage his man card, since she had kind of left him a tad sore. She on the other hand, walked away happy as a peacock.
This situation proved as an ante up. He had grown stronger as a Legatus. All the while she had only managed to lose an eye. The playing field would be much closer this time. Thus, she decided on taking a different approach. She needed to arrive early, and have him attack her. Elsa had become far too predictable by running at everyone head on. So now, it was her turn to try a different maneuver.
Picking up a brisk trot, she approached the lake. Peering into the water, what looked back at her was a woman she was so unfamiliar with. Granted, summer was never that great for her, but now she looked so out of place. Snow settled around her before dissolving in silence. She blinked once, trying to re-learn the lines of her face. She hadn’t seen herself since the incident. Now instead of two sparkling blue eyes, a sickening white one took over. It looked like someone had taken a slightly transparent white paint and decided to recolor her eye. It was hideous. Scars other than that, littered her face. They were scrapes from scuffles, fear, and everyday klutziness. Edgar, who had been silently sitting upon her head, actually remained silent. He could see into her mind, and how beautiful she used to be. He shifted, taking flight from her head to perch above the field in the nearby tree line. She needed some time before this fight to settle into her groove.
Elsa pulled away reluctantly. The reflection was right; she was no longer the queen. She was the loyal servant under the Helovian crowned leaders. Thus, it was her duty to pull out of this fight victorious. Midas and Ghost deserved someone who could hold their own. Inhaling slowly, she began to turn only to be greeted with the sound of Rostislav’s voice. She stopped, not turning to face him.
A small smug smile creeped over her face. He had been so thoughtful as to warn her. Though that warning was not enough, for Edgar screeched. Rostislav was running at her blind side. Her left was bare and exposed. She can hear every blunt thud as he thunders towards her. Turning, she refuses to take damage to the left. She needs to keep him within view. Flipping, she can see how close he is. He had been coming from the back, but now that she had flipped, he was coming at her face. Flinching at the closeness, Elsa braces herself for impact, locking her legs. Yet, she is not hit like a train. Instead, she opens up from her flinch only to see Rostislav looming over her. His hooves kick out at her face, and she yelps, launching herself forward. His hooves come down upon her right wing, tearing it away from her side. She screams, and she can feel the muscle pull and stretch. The joint aches, and it falls limp against her side. The damn fool had grounded her! Feathers dragging on the ground, she doesn’t look back as she pulls an ice spike from the ground. She wants it to pierce his stomach. If he wanted to play dirty, she would give it right back. Circling, she then tries to run at his right side. Gaining as much momentum as she could muster in the short distance, she raises herself up. If she can shove all the momentum and speed into her front legs, she could ground him. Lets see if the drunk can withstand a couple of pushes.
"their speech goes here and this is the color"
[800 Words || 1/3 Attacks || @[Rostislav]
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