The days were becoming overly routine and monotonous, Elsa began to crave something. It had to do with feeling, she know longer knew what it was like to feel emotion. She was just... stuck in a rut, and it seemed there was never a way out.

Elsa meandered along, picking up a slow, meandering pace as she brought herself to the deep forest. It was a place that was the start of her adventures, and maybe the place she could find some muse to continue on with life. Elsa sighed, deep and heavy as she found herself in the heart of the forest. The life around her infused into her blood, making her feel more alive. A small, contented smile melted onto her face, replacing her normally bored, and uneventful facade.

She bundled herself up delicately, her legs curved beautifully beneath her body as she gracefully lowered herself beneath the tree. Her body brushed up against the rough bark, it pushed uncomfortably against her skin, but provided her much relief. She could still feel pain, she could still feel the one, awful feeling she would never escape from. Her eyes closed gently as she basked in the breeze, resting comfortably on the ground. Her dreams were sweet, short and to the point, still about all these feelings she could not feel. It ranged from love, to hate, to sadness, to joy. Each emotion containing a certain face to the name, love was empty, hate was empty, sadness was her sister, and joy was her friends.

"Talketh."
@[Krieger]

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.

Eventually the dreaming ended, and she just... existed in this world. The blackness was all she could see, and she though, ironically, in her dream, that this was her life. This was all there was to it, just existence.

Her dream was suddenly interrupted by a deep, unfamiliar voice. She kept her eyes closed as he spoke, only shifting a little to show she had awaken. He was threatening her, as it sounded, and so she let him hold whatever pose he was doing. After a few, quiet moment she opened her eyes.

Before her was a looming stallion, much taller than herself. His hoof and eyes were staring, what he probably thought looked "menacingly", at her. She only smiled, unharmed by his approach. She wasn't weak, she wasn't scared. No longer would these unicorns, that were all apparently racist, would never scare her again. I mean, at least Déodat could have a decent conversation with her, without freaking out, so maybe she could attempt to know this stallion. She grumbled a little, before deciding to move.

Slowly she climbed to her feet and shook, settling back into being "awake". She laughed a little at him then, his markings, the way he found himself so... awesome. "And what exactly were you trying to accomplish with your loquacious words, and seemingly "menacing" stance?" She questioned with an eyebrow raise, looking the barbed wire stallion up and down. "Well I suppose I should introduce myself while I am here, my name is Elsa, Mason of the foothills." She said nonchalantly. "I think I deserve your name since you have disturbed my nap."

"Talketh."
@[Krieger]

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.

Krieger, from the Aurora Basin.

Her mind tumultuously grinded, her mind churning up so many words. The only thing keeping her from attacking was Déodat, the one that showed her a little mercy. The he kept going, calling her tiny. She glared, her eyes pointedly trying to dig into his skin. "From the looks of you, I have an advantage." She muttered, flicking her skull towards his eye. "I'm more than capable of taking you down.." She growled taking a step closer. Then, she finished with poison dripping from her mouth. "And why on earth would I tell you where another is, when they aren't apart of your cult of racist unicorns. If you don't know her, and you are so strong, go find her yourself." Her tail flickered angrily at her sides, wings puffing up at her anger.

Elsa honestly was never this sassy or forward, but something about Helovia had begun to change her. She was morphing into the monster she was before, and it began to consume her soul. She no longer cared for anyone but her family, she no longer longed to be alone. She wanted power, she wanted love, she wanted a family. And here, the only way you could get it was through pain, anguish, and standing up for yourself. Things Elsa were not accustomed to. Little did she know though, that the rule of this land was a simple one; "an eye for an eye will ultimately leave the world blind". "I'm done with you." She finished, sharp and pointed. Then she turned on her heels, trying to leave.

"Talketh."
@[Krieger]

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.

Carrying his child?!

How on earth was a racist unicorn band allowing a member to fraternize with an equine? Especially impregnating them? Elsa huffed, rolling her eyes with an annoying flick of her tail. Honestly, he wasn't worth her time at all. Especially in the ways of trying to tell her what to do.

She began to turn, ignoring his comments as he suddenly snarled. Her blood began to boil, and her head turned to look at him. His body suddenly slammed into her side sending her plopping onto the ground. Her left side was exposed she attempted to spit in his face as he was upon her again. Looming over her side. She simply lifted her neck, and snarled at him. "No wonder she's hiding from you." Elsa spat, just waiting for his move. Whatever he did, there was sure to be repercussions. Others seemed to like her, and she knew that. So simply, should they ask what happened to her, she would say it was all this stallions fault.

She knows your name, and she knows where you live. "Do your worst you pathetic, over haughty coward." Even in the face of death, Elsa still managed to be a bitch. She was the queen bee, and would forever be, even if he mangled her to shreds. "I suppose your going to try and kill me, because the gods know if I get away, you'll have a reoccurring nightmare." She spat, still sitting upon her mighty throne. Maybe he would tear Elsa down, maybe he would prove he was superior.

"Talketh."
@[Krieger]

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.

Pain, that was all she remembered- the blistering, hot, searing pain.

Elsa screamed. The cry was so terrible coming from her throat that it seemed to further the injury. It ripped around in her body; rattling the cage so rough a visible tremor wreaked havoc upon her frame. The horn slid right through the center of her cornea. It tipped and ripped apart the optic nerve, and everything turned black. To the left, there was nothing, and to the right, white, blinding light.

It felt like eternity, those few perilous seconds. It seemed that he was just lodging his horn into her left eye, but she dare not move. Her lower body trembled, and the agonizing surprise was, as he withdrew the horn, more pain exploded into her eye. For the first time in her life, Elsa feared she would die.

One side of her face was stained with the tears, whilst the other was crying agonizing blood. The left side of her face was no more a horse; it looked like that of a grotesque horror scene. Elsa wailed again, the hoarseness numbing the inside of her throat. Her eye was injured beyond repair, through the middle (which encompassed most of the eye) was a gaping hole.

And the ironic thing was… she couldn’t even defend herself anymore: Her left side completely, and utterly open to attack. It was pathetic of her to think his raid would end there, for it surely did not. His hooves came down upon her left side, and she could only hear rustling of his movements. She fruitlessly tried to move, his hooves coming down upon her left shoulder with a large, impeccable thud. It seemed like the air was sucked from her body as she wheezed inward for a breath, the air burning as it rushed down her throat. Her wings flapped at her sides, a useless maneuver really but it was all she could do.

And still, the pain marched onward. His teeth grabbed at the skin on her ribs, pulling, bruising, and tearing apart the once beautiful canvas. Elsa screamed, and everything just stopped. She felt a muzzle ruffle in her feathers, before one was pulled from its place. Normally, that would cause her a great deal of pain, but all she could do was lament. Elsa couldn’t see it, but the feather pulled was a precious blue one. The hue was soft, harmonious, and loving, much like Elsa had hoped to be. She growled a little, but it came out as no more than a squeak. She heaved one last time, before finally pretending to give up. She lowered her breathing, stopped her movement, and slumped, relaxing all her muscles.

Just leave- leave like she left her kingdom. Please.

"Talketh."
@[Krieger]
[ooc:// Elsa's out well, hoping he leaves. He was able to get a blue feather from her left wing :3 so Krieger can just post leaving and this can be done?]

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.