In her flailing, massively awkward kicking, she managed to at least get his hind end. Although she would’ve preferred teeth, because that image in the back of her mind of a toothless Oxy was just so amusing; She could live with the possibility of him having a really sore ass. The scream that he admitted just brought the smallest, smuggest look to her face. She wanted him to feel the pain, to feel the wrath. She wanted him to walk home wishing there was snow to numb his pain.

Elsa hit the ground. The hard, cool ground that would not give way to the force of her weight. The junction between her shoulder and neck, where she had been bit, screamed at the rough movement of her shoulder. Elsa’s white ears, for the first time in a long time, had the indecency to fall against her head. She had never done that! That was such a sign of pain and annoyance! What a fool she was, she was never supposed to let her opponent know what she was feeling, especially one who had the advantage! Sure he wasn’t fast but he was one hell of a draft, and a strong one at that!

His movement continued, and they were forming a near right angle. A glint of light exploded the corner of her eye, as she just regained her footing from the landing. There wasn’t enough time to move, but she wasn’t about to be a flightless bird. She needed these. In a swift motion she moved her wings into the air, and did another small rear, not nearly to the height she had reached before. His hooves, metal freaking hooves, met just below where her wing and body attached on her left side. Damn, she was starting to be wrong about Oxy’s ability… and she really needed to start going to the right when taking hits. At this moment of suspended time, she knew she looked like an idiot. Her wings were all the way up, exposing them like a mentally unstable cockatoo. All she needed now was a nice head-bob and she might attract a nice cockatoo mate. To bad she lacked a yellow crest, maybe that was something she should look into getting after this.

She could feel the pulse of her climbing heart rate where his hooves connected with her body. She wasn’t that abashed by it, she was just happy she no longer looked like a cockatoo and she wasn’t getting kicked in her previous wound. One more hit to that thing and she would be in trouble.

She noticed that Oxy had taken to his right, circling around. Thank god he was not on the fast side, it gave her a few moments longer to calculate his movement, and figure out how she could better incapacitate him. Maybe it was a flaw, but Elsa liked to ensure that she would have the best possible moment for attack.

He was obviously turning right, so that meant that he was coming, flashing his right side for her. She turned on her own, a tighter, more compact circle due to her breeding. She cantered at him and in a calculated attempt, hopefully met near his front end. She reached out with her teeth, and aimed to bite the flesh along his body as he moved by, reaching mostly for the jugular. Or maybe she would take his breath away. I mean, she was the prettiest thing since… well ever.

Her eyes were so focused, and so intent, that even if she had tried, Elsa would’ve never noticed the black, floating, Boggart-thingy that had slipped out of his drug satchel. It was just so hard to notice everything! Keeping everything under control was not her strong suite, and it most certainly was the epicenter of her failure as a queen. If she had not been so caught up, so distracted, maybe she would still be home. Home was where she wanted to be, but it seemed that could never be. Her kingdom was gone, lost to her, buried in the past. As much as she wanted it back, she could never return. So Oxy had to be shown that she meant business, and she was here to thrive. She wasn’t going to be run out again.




[2/3; wc: 720]
"Talking"

Elsa