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09-11-2016, 06:29 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Thoughts change, others prove themselves unworthy of trust. Elsa knew that better than anyone.
Seeing this side of the Elephant King was not what she expected. This king knew no words, no mercy, and no diplomacy. He was rage- driven by emotions and his deep desire to destroy. The dark interior he had been afraid of was on display for the rest of the herd, and she didn’t care. No longer did she pity him. Most of them would forgive him, and forget her. In the end, everyone forgave the villain who lived in sheep’s clothing. The vigilante, herself, would end up on a stage somewhere with a rope wrapped around her neck.
Watching his grey, hulking mass fall to a knee was only a slight tranquilizer to her inner rage. After that, any conscious left within him had shattered to pieces, and Elsa could feel the real rage bursting through. His trunk wrapped mercilessly around her left wing, and she underestimated the strength in that appendage. He jerked her towards him, her wing popped and the tightness in the muscle suddenly slackened and stopped resisting his trunk. He had moderately strained her wing. Elsa cried out, the sound somewhere between extreme anger, and extreme sadness.
Edgar, who had purposely swung high to avoid Tembovu’s eyes, cried out from the sky in a screech as the pain resonated through the bond. He faltered in flight, nearly falling out of the sky as his own wing resonated with pain. He caught himself before he hit the ground, his left wing tip dragging against the grass as he rose back into the sky above the two enraged monarchs.
Elsa was being drug forward, and in a last ditch attempt to save herself from actually being killed, she shifted her weight onto her back legs in an attempt to push all of her body weight into the ground. The Icebound could feel bits of dirt snagging at her hooves, but she was still moving. The fear of being impaled set off another round of magic, she aimed to use her fiery ice on the part of his trunk that was wrapped around her wing. He had already done his damage, and if Tembovu’s intent was to rip her wings off, he was getting pretty damn close. For a week at least after this fight flying would be painful. Tears sprung at the corner of her eyes as she attempted to throw up an ice wall between herself and his tusks, using them as a barrier against being impaled.
Never before had the Ice Queen been this defensive in a fight. Even against Oxy, she eventually gave way to her hesitancy and drilled into him as hard as she could. So why was Tembovu different? She wanted so much to believe in someone that even now after he was attempting to rip her to shreds she wanted him to stop and apologize. She wanted him to be the one to break her fear of trust. Yet she handed him her life, and this is what it amounted to.
A well of sadness suddenly burst forth from her chest in a fit of explosive words. “And who suddenly gave you the right to decide who lives and dies! Is this what you want Tembovu? The power to choose who lives and who dies?” Her voice was raw from screaming. Edgar, who had been circling above was jolted by the intense change of emotion. His drive to protect Elsa suddenly outweighed his conscious, and this time, Edgar aimed at Tembovu’s left eye, heading talons first in hopes of blinding him, or puncturing the surrounding skin.
Elsa attempted to jerk her wing away, it was already injured so what was there to lose? Coupled with the burning ice she hoped she weakened his trunk enough to break free. Emotional pain began running rampant, suddenly overpowering the deep, pounding ache in her wing. She had never expected him to retaliate, and now that he had, she feared him. The shatter of her heart was a physical pain this time, a burning that welled deep within her chest. If she wasn’t currently fighting for her life the Icebound would have collapsed onto the ground in a balled up heap. It physically hurt to breath, and her rushed and shallow breaths were not improving the situation. Edgar once again wailed, the ache being felt tenfold through the bond. The zephyr was infuriated now with the Elephant King. He had once held out so much hope for this man- this broken man whom Elsa sought to help and fix. Yet he treated her like she was nothing but left-over garbage. For him, she was just a means to an end, disposable…
killable.
"Elsa Speaks."
[791 Words || 2/4 Attacks || @Tembovu]
[Elsa gets her left wing joint pulled/sprained. She tries to freeze burn his trunk, and throws up an ice wall between them to try and keep his tusks away. Edgar goes for his eyes now, and she tries to break free by jerking away in hopes the ice weakened his trunk.]
Muse (Sucker for Pain)
Seeing this side of the Elephant King was not what she expected. This king knew no words, no mercy, and no diplomacy. He was rage- driven by emotions and his deep desire to destroy. The dark interior he had been afraid of was on display for the rest of the herd, and she didn’t care. No longer did she pity him. Most of them would forgive him, and forget her. In the end, everyone forgave the villain who lived in sheep’s clothing. The vigilante, herself, would end up on a stage somewhere with a rope wrapped around her neck.
Watching his grey, hulking mass fall to a knee was only a slight tranquilizer to her inner rage. After that, any conscious left within him had shattered to pieces, and Elsa could feel the real rage bursting through. His trunk wrapped mercilessly around her left wing, and she underestimated the strength in that appendage. He jerked her towards him, her wing popped and the tightness in the muscle suddenly slackened and stopped resisting his trunk. He had moderately strained her wing. Elsa cried out, the sound somewhere between extreme anger, and extreme sadness.
Edgar, who had purposely swung high to avoid Tembovu’s eyes, cried out from the sky in a screech as the pain resonated through the bond. He faltered in flight, nearly falling out of the sky as his own wing resonated with pain. He caught himself before he hit the ground, his left wing tip dragging against the grass as he rose back into the sky above the two enraged monarchs.
Elsa was being drug forward, and in a last ditch attempt to save herself from actually being killed, she shifted her weight onto her back legs in an attempt to push all of her body weight into the ground. The Icebound could feel bits of dirt snagging at her hooves, but she was still moving. The fear of being impaled set off another round of magic, she aimed to use her fiery ice on the part of his trunk that was wrapped around her wing. He had already done his damage, and if Tembovu’s intent was to rip her wings off, he was getting pretty damn close. For a week at least after this fight flying would be painful. Tears sprung at the corner of her eyes as she attempted to throw up an ice wall between herself and his tusks, using them as a barrier against being impaled.
Never before had the Ice Queen been this defensive in a fight. Even against Oxy, she eventually gave way to her hesitancy and drilled into him as hard as she could. So why was Tembovu different? She wanted so much to believe in someone that even now after he was attempting to rip her to shreds she wanted him to stop and apologize. She wanted him to be the one to break her fear of trust. Yet she handed him her life, and this is what it amounted to.
A well of sadness suddenly burst forth from her chest in a fit of explosive words. “And who suddenly gave you the right to decide who lives and dies! Is this what you want Tembovu? The power to choose who lives and who dies?” Her voice was raw from screaming. Edgar, who had been circling above was jolted by the intense change of emotion. His drive to protect Elsa suddenly outweighed his conscious, and this time, Edgar aimed at Tembovu’s left eye, heading talons first in hopes of blinding him, or puncturing the surrounding skin.
Elsa attempted to jerk her wing away, it was already injured so what was there to lose? Coupled with the burning ice she hoped she weakened his trunk enough to break free. Emotional pain began running rampant, suddenly overpowering the deep, pounding ache in her wing. She had never expected him to retaliate, and now that he had, she feared him. The shatter of her heart was a physical pain this time, a burning that welled deep within her chest. If she wasn’t currently fighting for her life the Icebound would have collapsed onto the ground in a balled up heap. It physically hurt to breath, and her rushed and shallow breaths were not improving the situation. Edgar once again wailed, the ache being felt tenfold through the bond. The zephyr was infuriated now with the Elephant King. He had once held out so much hope for this man- this broken man whom Elsa sought to help and fix. Yet he treated her like she was nothing but left-over garbage. For him, she was just a means to an end, disposable…
killable.
"Elsa Speaks."
[791 Words || 2/4 Attacks || @Tembovu]
[Elsa gets her left wing joint pulled/sprained. She tries to freeze burn his trunk, and throws up an ice wall between them to try and keep his tusks away. Edgar goes for his eyes now, and she tries to break free by jerking away in hopes the ice weakened his trunk.]
Muse (Sucker for Pain)
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
