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[JUDGED] Depth of Field [Elsa]

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
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Does it hurt you to look at her as she gasps and panics from the force of your magic? Does it make you scared to know what you have done to her? Does it make you feel disgusted that you could do such a thing and not bat an eye? Simply put, no. You don’t feel hurt or scared or disgusted or upset. You feel like you’re doing the right thing. Snowflake needs this, you’ve convinced yourself, and so you only feel a sense of duty; in a strange, convoluted way, you actually feel like you’re doing a good thing. You’re making her realize what she can withstand and overcome. You’re desensitizing her to the fear that comes with magical onslaughts. Just imagine the warrior she’ll be, you tell yourself, if she charges into battle with full force and doesn’t blink an eye when she is attacked by a mage. Yes, you convince yourself, this is right.

As tower over her, throwing your hooves around, you never stop to consider that she might be having flashbacks. The evils that haunt you are pushed away into the recesses of your mind, distanced from your conscious mind by layers of haze and drugs and active denial. So the fact that hers are so close to the forefront of her mind is not an idea you entertain. But what if you did know? Would you stop? Would you coddle her and cuddle her and hug her close? Not here, not in the open where everyone can see. You held her close once, in the blackness of the sandy cavern beneath the earth, but that is a secret between the two of you that should not be shared with the rest of the world.

So you feel no remorse as one hoof and then the other slams down upon her, setting her back to arching but not her hooves to moving. “Come on!” you bellow at her, frustrated with her lack of interest in what you perceive to be a very important day in her life. “Stand up for yourself!” You are a slave driver, reckless and relentless, but you are convinced that you are doing this for her own good. All you know is war, fighting, clashing hooves and snapping teeth. Can you learn to know respect and love? Can you learn to be good and gentle instead of crass and crude? Maybe with time, but today is not that day.

As you fall back to the earth you crash into the ice shield she has made. It shatters beneath you, as expected by your girth, and you feel some of the ice puncture your skin while other parts of it clatter to the ground where your hooves will land. The pain especially strikes you as your mass lands heavily on those shards. Still, you can’t help but feel like the attack was half-hearted and unmotivated. Where is her next motion? Where are the flying hooves and gnashing teeth and beating wings? Why does she stand there like she doesn’t want to do this? Doesn’t she know this is good for her?

Whatever her reason, you’ll have none of it, but clearly getting her to accept her disability and fight with it is going to be more difficult than you previously imagined. Never fear, though- you have a plan and you press off of your painful front hooves to move forward. You try to position your body, if Elsa has still not moved, perpendicular to and directly behind her, so that you two will be making a T. Lowering your head, you reach to the right and fling your head upward, attempting to scrape your horns across her ass. Now, you don’t want anyone to think you’re stupid; after all, only a moron would stand directly behind their opponent and not move, right?

Wrong. You’re not a moron, but you’re definitely not trying to move. You’re directly where you want to be. “Now KICK ME!” you command, words bellowing into otherwise calm air, the order given for what you perceive to be her own good. For good measure, and perhaps to help drive her to motion, the boggart uses her magic to lift a nearby rock and try to fling it towards Snowflake’s head. Tensing your muscles on the right side of your body then, you await the assault that you expect to come. Already, your right shoulder is twinging, thoughts of the rock that is embedded deep within the tissue being assaulted anew causing your muscles to react accordingly. Regardless, you try to stand strong in the face of the danger you are putting yourself in. But this is not the Snowflake you know, and you need to bring her back. You need her.


@[Elsa]
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Dark x Water Magic| Able to burst red blood cells, causing reduced hemoglobin levels therefore signs of anemia and oxygen deprivation. Symptoms include muscle cramping, shortness of breath, increased heart rate, disorientation and fade after 30 seconds.
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Messages In This Thread
Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Oxy - 08-24-2014, 04:53 PM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Elsa - 08-24-2014, 06:18 PM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Oxy - 09-05-2014, 06:38 PM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Elsa - 09-18-2014, 01:30 PM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Oxy - 10-10-2014, 12:12 AM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Elsa - 10-23-2014, 12:39 PM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Oxy - 10-27-2014, 10:22 PM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Official - 11-23-2014, 04:28 PM
RE: Depth of Field [Elsa] - by Official - 12-12-2014, 03:47 PM

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