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09-20-2016, 01:23 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Even when he released his grip on her wing, the damage had already been done. He had scarred her beyond repair. He was so caught up in this power, this crown…. It was like a vicious sickness. Maybe she was immune to the corruption of the crown, but this was not what she wanted. Elsa did not want to rule by such a man, one who had become so volatile and enraged on the flip of a coin.
The slight burst of happiness through the bond drew her attention away from its target. Edgar had successfully pricked at the Elephant King’s skin. Although not much, Elsa had hoped it would jolt him from this living nightmare. The scariest part of this all was in the end, Elsa was almost positive he would justify his actions. There was nothing just, or even remotely under the pretense of protection. He sacrificed the life of a family simply to ensure further protection against enemies.
But how effective was it when the enemies lived inside?
Suddenly a large, grating call of the elephant companion signaled her entrance into the battle. Edgar, who was still circling above, desperately tried creating his own screech to distract Mbwene from running headfirst into Elsa. Elsa, turning her head slightly as to get a better look at what Edgar was calling to, was then blasted with a blinding light.
The empty hole of darkness fully consumed her. A truly blind Elsa- and she screamed. This was not the life she wanted. This was not what she had planned. Why had he just not listened! Doing her best to save herself, Elsa blindly began stepping backwards as fast as possible to avoid the charging matriarch. After a few precarious steps, her luck ran out. She landed her hind right foot on top of a sharp object, more than likely a rock by hardness of it. Pain jolted up her back leg, and Elsa was suddenly stopped, leg pulled into the air. She was only thankful because she managed to just move out of the way of Mbwene before she could skewer the Icebound.
Between the ash and brightness of Mbwene, Elsa’s gaze was still foggy. She could see the blurred bodies of Tembovu and his companion, as well as the fire raging just to the side. It was quite poetic to her, that she could quite possibly die in a fit of fire and ashes. The world had a funny way of showing karma.
Edgar, now tasked with being her eyes above, hastily commanded his bonded to pull up another ice wall. Following his orders, the Icebound did as she was commanded, trusting in Edgar’s tactics. He was now acting as her protector, rather than companion. Elsa felt helpless in her hazy gaze, clinging desperately to the bond to ensure he was safe. His idea was to attack, and for the wall to act as the Icebound’s shield. She could wear her armor, but it was far too hot and bulky to call it forth. It’s hindrances outweighed its help.
Edgar, now harnessing whatever icy power he could manage, went for his favorite, but rather dangerous attack. Circling back around, he hoped he was on Tembovu’s left side, and suddenly dove towards the king. Hoping to pass just underneath his barrel, Edgar attempted to freeze as much of Tembovu’s manhood that he could manage. Should it land, it should hinder the king enough for Elsa to return to battle.
Elsa, a mess of nervousness and anger was shaking behind her barricade. She prayed and prayed Edgar would make it out of this unscathed. Without him, what was the point in continuing? He was the only one who had loved her without expectations or fickle emotions. He had stuck by her side when everyone else left her, and without him… she truly had nothing. Not even a crown could save her if this monster- this man she once thought she knew- took away her one rock.
In one last attempt to bargain for the safety of her own life, and Edgar’s, Elsa cried out. “Tembovu! Mbwene! Stop!” Her voice was rough and scratchy, barely making it above the loud crackling of the inferno brewing beside them. Her wing ached and whined at the slightest movement, a silent reminder of what he truly was.
There was no bargaining with a monster.
There was no bargaining with a king who refused to see his faults.
"Elsa speaks."
[742 Words || 3/4 Attacks || @Tembovu ]
[Left wing joint injured, and pain from stepping on rock on right hind leg. Throws up an ice wall between herself and Tembovu and his companion, Edgar tries to literally freeze Tembo's balls off >.> Elsa tries to get him to stop. Again. Edgar uses his arctic magic when attacking. ^_^]
The slight burst of happiness through the bond drew her attention away from its target. Edgar had successfully pricked at the Elephant King’s skin. Although not much, Elsa had hoped it would jolt him from this living nightmare. The scariest part of this all was in the end, Elsa was almost positive he would justify his actions. There was nothing just, or even remotely under the pretense of protection. He sacrificed the life of a family simply to ensure further protection against enemies.
But how effective was it when the enemies lived inside?
Suddenly a large, grating call of the elephant companion signaled her entrance into the battle. Edgar, who was still circling above, desperately tried creating his own screech to distract Mbwene from running headfirst into Elsa. Elsa, turning her head slightly as to get a better look at what Edgar was calling to, was then blasted with a blinding light.
The empty hole of darkness fully consumed her. A truly blind Elsa- and she screamed. This was not the life she wanted. This was not what she had planned. Why had he just not listened! Doing her best to save herself, Elsa blindly began stepping backwards as fast as possible to avoid the charging matriarch. After a few precarious steps, her luck ran out. She landed her hind right foot on top of a sharp object, more than likely a rock by hardness of it. Pain jolted up her back leg, and Elsa was suddenly stopped, leg pulled into the air. She was only thankful because she managed to just move out of the way of Mbwene before she could skewer the Icebound.
Between the ash and brightness of Mbwene, Elsa’s gaze was still foggy. She could see the blurred bodies of Tembovu and his companion, as well as the fire raging just to the side. It was quite poetic to her, that she could quite possibly die in a fit of fire and ashes. The world had a funny way of showing karma.
Edgar, now tasked with being her eyes above, hastily commanded his bonded to pull up another ice wall. Following his orders, the Icebound did as she was commanded, trusting in Edgar’s tactics. He was now acting as her protector, rather than companion. Elsa felt helpless in her hazy gaze, clinging desperately to the bond to ensure he was safe. His idea was to attack, and for the wall to act as the Icebound’s shield. She could wear her armor, but it was far too hot and bulky to call it forth. It’s hindrances outweighed its help.
Edgar, now harnessing whatever icy power he could manage, went for his favorite, but rather dangerous attack. Circling back around, he hoped he was on Tembovu’s left side, and suddenly dove towards the king. Hoping to pass just underneath his barrel, Edgar attempted to freeze as much of Tembovu’s manhood that he could manage. Should it land, it should hinder the king enough for Elsa to return to battle.
Elsa, a mess of nervousness and anger was shaking behind her barricade. She prayed and prayed Edgar would make it out of this unscathed. Without him, what was the point in continuing? He was the only one who had loved her without expectations or fickle emotions. He had stuck by her side when everyone else left her, and without him… she truly had nothing. Not even a crown could save her if this monster- this man she once thought she knew- took away her one rock.
In one last attempt to bargain for the safety of her own life, and Edgar’s, Elsa cried out. “Tembovu! Mbwene! Stop!” Her voice was rough and scratchy, barely making it above the loud crackling of the inferno brewing beside them. Her wing ached and whined at the slightest movement, a silent reminder of what he truly was.
There was no bargaining with a monster.
There was no bargaining with a king who refused to see his faults.
"Elsa speaks."
[742 Words || 3/4 Attacks || @Tembovu ]
[Left wing joint injured, and pain from stepping on rock on right hind leg. Throws up an ice wall between herself and Tembovu and his companion, Edgar tries to literally freeze Tembo's balls off >.> Elsa tries to get him to stop. Again. Edgar uses his arctic magic when attacking. ^_^]
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