Elsa had an uncanny ability to look like a test dummy. Everyone seemed to see something they wanted from her, ranging from physical mutilation to emotional distress, Elsa was a kiosk of activities for those who are mentally unstable. So, maybe it was a good decision after all to become that fungus thing. She was already mutilated, so she might as well capitalize on her unfortunate situation. Edgar found this to be hilarious, and a gurgle-like birdy giggle grated atop her head. She pinned her ears against her skull, and suddenly he stopped. His tiny feathers shifted uncomfortably, and he began puffing up in defense. Elsa focused on the shoreline and it didn’t take more than a millisecond for her to register what was going on. A large stallion, dark and tall, was running towards her. His masked face looked oddly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Probably another bitter soul, since that’s how she fared with a majority of her acquaintances.

However, Elsa had not fully overcome her naivety. Her poor childlike mind actually thought he was going to stop. The idea of a potential friend made her all warm and fuzzy inside, but just like everyone else, he soared away- or so she thought. Unbeknownst to Elsa, Caleb had curved around back behind her. It wasn’t until he was right above her, that either Edgar or her heard him. The faint sound of flapping wings would normally be easy to catch, but it was lost in the roar of the ocean waves. Edgar screeched once he noticed, pushing off from her poll harshly and into the air. Elsa, on the other hand, did not have the privilege of maneuvering so quickly.

She tried to move, but it was fruitless. Elsa knew that attacking from the sky allowed for much more accurate attacks against ground troops. From above, you could see everything, and attacking something that was a little more than a few feet from you was simple. So Caleb’s hooves cracked across her back. Two lacerations, about an inch long, split just above the point of her hips. The wound wept blood, leaving behind a rusty stain. It even became puffy and sore, turning blue in the midst of its tears. At the same time, Elsa was momentarily stunned. The force of Caleb coming from behind had forced her down onto her knees. Edgar swooped down, feeling the immense pain of his bonded. At this rate, the damage to her muscles back there would make it hard for her to stand. Edgar was careful, and in silence, he dove at her wounds. The sudden change of temperature at her cuts caused Elsa to cry out, as the blood around the wound ceased to move, and it went numb. She was ready to cry, to scream out at Edgar that he hated her as much as everyone else, but that was not his intent. ’No feel pain. Up now!’ He tore into her thoughts, and she blindly followed his commands. Her legs hoisted upward, and she could feel the skin around her hips crack at the movement. Edgar had saved her though; the searing pain of ice was nothing to the painful heat of Caleb’s attack. Edgar had helped- he numbed the pain.

She was shaken, but nonetheless grateful. Elsa followed behind Edgar as he took to the skies. In a few strides, she pushed from the sand, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes from the pain. The small movements had tore through the thin layer of ice he had coated her with, and red began to drip through his tourniquet. Just because she was weak, and small, and insignificant did not give them the right to destroy her. She is not a slave to society, and she would kill those who threatened it.

Elsa hoped she was behind him, assuming he had continued straight over her. With a swoop, she took higher to the skies. Once she thought she was a good couple of meters above him, she dove. Tucking her wings against her side, she aimed to come across Caleb’s back like he had done to her. When she thought she was above his back, she kicked out. Edgar followed behind; hoping to scratch out his eyes after his bonded had done her damage. This would be the harshest winter storm Caleb would ever experience. So when the storm had hopefully hit its target, they both tried to use Caleb to push themselves up and in front of Caleb. Edgar stayed wary; flying wide of his bonded’s side. If Caleb wanted to attack like that again, he would have to be ready to take a bird to the face.

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