She felt her teeth scrape across the painted hide of Cheveyo. Sweet, sweet, flesh. Small, little droplets of blood could be felt along her tongue with the initial bite. The metallic taste sent Elsa into euphoria. She could finally inflict pain. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed. The rumbling sounds a mixture of angelic angels singing, and demons cackling at damned souls. A symphony of the lost cause; Elsa was no longer Elsa.

It was quickly though, that the demonic angel realized she had miscalculated her evasion. Teeth, sharp yet dull, ground into her left wing. She bit at the middle of her wing. Elsa yelped, tears gathering in the pools of her blue eyes. A cold gust bringing a stinging sensation to her eerily blue eyes. Down feathers were pulled harshly from the bony lining on her wing. More than enough were pulled out that blood trickled from the holes of which they were pulled. The red, elixir of life, stained the angels wings. Leaving behind russet lines of mortality, reminding her that she was in fact mortal.

Elsa cringed as she shifted her wings slightly. The pain could be felt all through the extension of her left wing. Yet, she refused to be grounded. If she became grounded, she would have to drive everyone else into the soil, their bodies would have to feed the future lives of those who could understand! Those who would truly get the pain of what life was like! It was terrible being stuck in this world where no one cared. Care was something she refused to give any longer; no one deserved it anymore, especially not Cheveyo.

As she ran by and rounded Cheveyo, the pain had died to a dull pulsing. She now faced Cheveyo. She paused for a moment, her beating heart ticking. One, two, three… she looked at Cheveyo with such anger. Her blue eyes tried to posses, and consume her pink ones, to try to crush the soul that resided with in them. She flipped her head, and rotated her wings slightly. Biting back that cry that bubbled in her throat as a result from the incredible pain that blossomed in her wing. Yet compared to the emotional pain, all of this was nothing. The real pain festered within, a wound growing so large it seemed it could never be shut.

Again she ran at the mare another broken cry ripped from her lungs. As she approached the mare, she attempted to slide to a stop. Elsa bunched her hindquarters underneath her, forcing her hooves to try and drag across the cool ground. The lost girl hope to force flying debris into Cheveyo’s eyes, maybe hindering her, yet, she doubted it, because of how hard the cold winter had turned the ground; just like it had frozen her heart.

Breath came in quick huffs as a sweat dewed across her wintry hide. The hot sweat mingled with the cool air, creating puffs of steam that began to rise from her back. Hopefully being in front of Cheveyo, Elsa bit at the smaller girl. Her blue eyes closed as she went in for more… flesh. She hoped to bite ears, face, and even dipped her head a little to maybe grab at her throat. In the flurry of movement, she never moved, her hooves planted firmly into the ground. If she was going to pull more flesh, she wanted a bigger chunk this time. This was feeding time, and the demon needed her flesh.

@[Cheveyo]
[2/3 attacks | 0/1 closings | 585 Words]
"Talking"

Elsa