Elsa,

Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

Can you say PMS?

God, she was just absolutely angry for no reason. Maybe it was all the stares that Tembovu was given during the meeting- her jealousy tended to control her life. She could feel Edgar prod through the bond then, sarcastically agreeing with her thoughts. Elsa hissed at him, and continued to fume as she walked the border. This was not going to end well. Poor girls, and Tembovu, had no idea what was coming if her heart was destroyed again. Elsa was tired of fighting for love, but that didn’t meant she was against revenge.

Suddenly Edgar poked through the bond again, his nervous voice twittering in her head. ’Unknown boy alone. In border. Don’t know.’ Elsa growled, summoning Edgar to grab her shruikens from their stash underneath the tree near the entrance. She quietly made her way towards where Edgar had seen the intruder, waiting just outside of the area until Edgar returned with her weapons.

Poor guy had caught her at the wrong time, and he was only getting one warning shot before she really released her anger. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Edgar settled on her head as they approached, the sharp snowflakes carefully held in his talons.

Elsa walked forward then, quickly catching sight of the dark intruder. Did he think that just because it was night, no one would be about? Idiot. Of course it was constantly guarded. She had learned from the Falls, never get comfortable. Quietly, she tried to approach him from behind. She stuck to the snow as much as possible, attempting to avoid the leaves and give away her position. Once she was in a couple of meters of the boy, and hopefully behind him, she sent the shruikens flying toward his rump and back. This was not meant as a fatal blow, but as a warning shot. Although Elsa wouldn’t feel bad if she left some deep lacerations. He was here unaccompanied, and she wasn’t taking any chances. The Edge had it good, and Elsa would die before she let this stupid boy ruin that for her.

Edgar sat quietly atop her head still and she loudly snorted in his direction- although he probably noticed she was here by now. I mean, flying metal snowflakes wasn’t a welcoming ceremony here. ”That was a warning shot. I suggest you find your way out before I force it upon you.” She hissed, trying to take a step closer to Rikyn. He was a tad taller than her, but much more lean- much more weak. Her confidence was soaring now, he’d be an easy fight. She’d barely have to get her hooves dirty if she played it right. He looked like a runner, not a fighter. How was he to stand up again the queen of the Edge? Exactly.

"talk"
She's a bitch. Sorry xD
<3 thanks for sparring.
[472 Words || 1/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense]