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[JUDGED] The blood has run stale.

Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
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Her aqueous eyes had closed as the terrifying conjuring had sapped her energy. It was like the entire thought of pulling the ice straight through her skin, created a high that she had never experienced before. As soon as she felt her mind snap from the magic she felt energy drain from her. It was like she had come off of the highest high, higher than she had ever been. She turned, her mouth salivating at the anxiety of waiting to see if the ice had pierced the ginger. Elsa’s wait was in vain, for as her large, white, angelical demonic head turned to the left, to look behind her, Ginger was right there. An immense growl of pure hatred broiled within her, she could feel the simmering hatred bubbling her blood. Almost simultaneously, ginger had the audacity to try and tear her to shreds.

The girl slid, and she slid a little faster than the demon had anticipated. Another cry erupted from her chest as her head tore to face the front again, attempting to move away from the hoof that was coming at her stomach. Elsa attempted to sidestep, but the awkward, miscalculated maneuver, left her with a kick in the stomach, literally.

The hoof plowed into her side. Elsa thanked the little unicorn girl for her tight, uncomfortable armor. The hoof plowed straight into her side, hitting the leathery armor with a dull thud. Elsa squealed, ears again pinning back. Not only did her ear now throb, but also her breath had escaped her for a dull moment. As she gasped like a fish, she forced herself forward, away from the ginger. Rage branded itself upon her face, as she turned again, breathing heavily to glare at ginger. She spat at the ground to show her pure disdain for her.

Deep down inside however, a new, slow burning flicker had begun to alight; a respect for this little Ginger that she did not possess before. Elsa would never say that though, she would never let her enemy know that she had respect for her. Instead, she would stand there, and she would glare this ginger into the ground.

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Messages In This Thread
The blood has run stale. - by Eris_ - 03-08-2014, 09:04 PM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Elsa - 03-10-2014, 10:16 AM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Eris_ - 03-11-2014, 04:55 PM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Eris_ - 03-16-2014, 08:31 PM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Eris_ - 04-25-2014, 09:46 PM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Elsa - 03-11-2014, 07:22 PM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Elsa - 03-19-2014, 05:39 PM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Elsa - 04-29-2014, 10:20 AM
RE: The blood has run stale. - by Official - 05-04-2014, 11:41 AM

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