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Post by Nirvelli on Dec 1, 2011 20:08:02 GMT -5
Nirvelli swam as hard as she possibly could, dodging through the icy surface to evade her captures. She glanced behind herself over her shoulder to find that the dwarves hadn't given up. They stayed keen on the task to try and capture the young heiress. The last thing the queen wanted was another potential ruler in "her" world, even if it was only over the sea. She dove below as she noticed the dwarves jumping from one ice block to the next. As if she was so daft to let the little men just take her without a fight. She glared up at the surface as she darted up as an ice patch the the men stood upon. She swam with incredible speed and force to surface, leaping from it and knocking the men off into the water. A mass of mermaids and mermen surrounded them as the dwarves felt the shock of the freezing water. A few of the mermen seized them and threw them back on the ice angrily.
The young princess approached the eldest dwarf, holding a spear to his throat as she glare angrily. "Never again will you come at any of my kind or I promise my spear will be the last thing you'll ever see," She lowered her spear as she kept an eye on the lot of small enemies," Now leave, you traitorous serpants.. My mercy knows only the boundaries you set for yourselves." The group looked to one another with terrified looks at the surrounding mers. She grew increasingly unpatient. "Now!" She shrieked, pulling at the bow, and shooting an arrow into the ice before them. The arrow was made a strong, shaped coral and the arrow head of a sharpened shell. The men scrambled to leap between the patches of floating ice to return to the shore. The princess lowered her bow, watching them menacingly. "Traitors.." She said before gesturing to the warriors the stood behind her. "I'll be off the check the shores to ensure they've left. I need the group to check for anyone else who may see fit to try and go for another capture." The men and woman nodded, and dived down to ensure the orders were carried out.
Nirvelli swam close to the shore, looking out with her bow and arrow in her grasp, ready to strike if need be. She said upon a large rock at the edge of the water.She sang a lovely song as she perched upon the spot. Her voice was beautiful and enchanting much like many of her kind.
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