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04-14-2015, 10:26 AM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
It all was beginning to become so real. Elsa’s emotions began to fracture, and within her mind she couldn’t find the line between anger and fear. It all blended together into one conglomerate ache that was begging her to stop. Why was she here anyways? Why were they here? They were coming to the Falls, and they wanted this? This was the Falls no one came to. This is the Falls that no one appreciates. This is the Falls that had been destined to fall apart. It had been this way for a long time. It was a land of the rag tag team that didn’t fit in anywhere else. If they wanted it, Elsa would have traded the Falls for the Edge in a heartbeat if she had known why they were coming. They could have the Earth God and all of his “glory”. It was evident now that he did not care for them, because he was just sitting on his throne watching. There was no interference. There was no help. To think she had entrusted him with helping her defend her family. He couldn’t even defend his.
As her hooves slammed across Aaron’s face, all the pity within Elsa had departed. The schism that had occurred internally separated the two forces within Elsa that had been warring within her for a while. Now instead of them fighting for dominance, the last ounce of care she had washed down the Falls and into the drain like everything else. All that was left was the hardened core, the only remaining remnant of feeling she had. There was no mercy in her relentless hits. Feeling her hooves catch on his skin and tear it from his face was just another day in the office. To her, he was everything she hated personified. In the tangled web of distortion, Elsa could not see the wolf that was approaching from behind. Edgar, who had been circling above cried out at once, grabbing her attention just as the dog’s teeth latched on. They sank into the back of her lower left thigh, one of the canines managing to puncture a hole into the meaty muscle. Elsa screamed. The pain of that muscle being crushed hurt even worse than the smoldering, bloodied remnants on her face. Edgar cried from above, diving at the dogs face in hope of smashing his ice-cold body into her eyes and nose. The anger within the little bird seemed to outmatch even Elsa’s. So long ago she had saved his life, and for that he was forever in her debt. So why did everyone else have to come ruin the little happiness they had? Elsa was not a bad woman; in fact, she was the single most caring creature he had ever stumbled across. Pity no one else could appreciate that. Instead, his loving bonded was forced to rear her ugly head, and to destroy everything she should have been able to love.
Watching the bird dive bomb from above Elsa pleaded for Edgar to remain safe, even as her own body was being battered and destroyed. There was only one other time in her life she had felt so battered, and so afraid of death. She had barely made it to Helovia alive, and now, here she was fighting again to save her life. The cat has only nine lives, and Elsa was running out of those. Her body slammed against the ground, the gash in her hind leg began to pulse from the lack of tension in the muscle. Russet stains began to form along that leg, as well as in stripes down her muzzle. At this point, she probably looked like a crack-addicted zebra. Aaron then pushed forward, his chest connecting with hers. Each leg locked up, keeping her from moving, yet that sneaky bastard had to know how much it would hurt. The sudden tightening of her rear muscle caused the wound to shift again, leaving a pain reminiscent of tearing flesh. A cry of sudden pain rushed passed her lips in a desperate attempt to stay alive, her neck stretched forward as if to try and lessen the pain. Aaron again took advantage of this fragile state; his teeth (at least less painful than his bitch’s) sank into her neck just below her right cheek. The little pinching pain that ensued seemed like a small, insignificant bump. With the force of a reckless mother, Elsa bared her teeth, aiming to sink hers into his jugular, trying to come from the right side of his face. At the same time, she angled ice to try to spike out behind him, in attempt of forcing him back onto an icy doom. Oh how wonderful her life was.
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[Elsa takes a bite to the rear leg and face. Edgar tries to freeze Alanna's face, and Elsa tries to bite Aaron's jugular and force him back onto ice spikes.]
As her hooves slammed across Aaron’s face, all the pity within Elsa had departed. The schism that had occurred internally separated the two forces within Elsa that had been warring within her for a while. Now instead of them fighting for dominance, the last ounce of care she had washed down the Falls and into the drain like everything else. All that was left was the hardened core, the only remaining remnant of feeling she had. There was no mercy in her relentless hits. Feeling her hooves catch on his skin and tear it from his face was just another day in the office. To her, he was everything she hated personified. In the tangled web of distortion, Elsa could not see the wolf that was approaching from behind. Edgar, who had been circling above cried out at once, grabbing her attention just as the dog’s teeth latched on. They sank into the back of her lower left thigh, one of the canines managing to puncture a hole into the meaty muscle. Elsa screamed. The pain of that muscle being crushed hurt even worse than the smoldering, bloodied remnants on her face. Edgar cried from above, diving at the dogs face in hope of smashing his ice-cold body into her eyes and nose. The anger within the little bird seemed to outmatch even Elsa’s. So long ago she had saved his life, and for that he was forever in her debt. So why did everyone else have to come ruin the little happiness they had? Elsa was not a bad woman; in fact, she was the single most caring creature he had ever stumbled across. Pity no one else could appreciate that. Instead, his loving bonded was forced to rear her ugly head, and to destroy everything she should have been able to love.
Watching the bird dive bomb from above Elsa pleaded for Edgar to remain safe, even as her own body was being battered and destroyed. There was only one other time in her life she had felt so battered, and so afraid of death. She had barely made it to Helovia alive, and now, here she was fighting again to save her life. The cat has only nine lives, and Elsa was running out of those. Her body slammed against the ground, the gash in her hind leg began to pulse from the lack of tension in the muscle. Russet stains began to form along that leg, as well as in stripes down her muzzle. At this point, she probably looked like a crack-addicted zebra. Aaron then pushed forward, his chest connecting with hers. Each leg locked up, keeping her from moving, yet that sneaky bastard had to know how much it would hurt. The sudden tightening of her rear muscle caused the wound to shift again, leaving a pain reminiscent of tearing flesh. A cry of sudden pain rushed passed her lips in a desperate attempt to stay alive, her neck stretched forward as if to try and lessen the pain. Aaron again took advantage of this fragile state; his teeth (at least less painful than his bitch’s) sank into her neck just below her right cheek. The little pinching pain that ensued seemed like a small, insignificant bump. With the force of a reckless mother, Elsa bared her teeth, aiming to sink hers into his jugular, trying to come from the right side of his face. At the same time, she angled ice to try to spike out behind him, in attempt of forcing him back onto an icy doom. Oh how wonderful her life was.
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[Elsa takes a bite to the rear leg and face. Edgar tries to freeze Alanna's face, and Elsa tries to bite Aaron's jugular and force him back onto ice spikes.]
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