Yes, Elethea was trained to fight from an early age (I imagine her martial training started when she was about 12-13) but it was always the graceful, noble type of fighting. It involved a lot of proper forms, precision, and whatnot. But the fighting Elethea actually winds up doing during the Blight is ugly and violent. It is closer to berserker/barbarian style fighting, she screams and growls, making dirty moves, and biting when she has to. And she loves it, she loves the power it gives her, especially in a time when she has been made to feel utterly powerless, with every choice taken from her. She loves killing, and that's the problem.
changeĀ pronouns,Ā tensesĀ andĀ otherĀ detailsĀ asĀ deemedĀ necessary. &Ā pleaseĀ specifyĀ museĀ whenĀ sendingĀ toĀ aĀ mumu. slightly edited wording for roleplaying purposes.
MyĀ fault,Ā myĀ failure,Ā isĀ notĀ inĀ theĀ passionsĀ IĀ have,Ā butĀ inĀ myĀ lackĀ ofĀ controlĀ ofĀ them.
WhatĀ reasonĀ weaves,Ā byĀ passionĀ isĀ undone.
NoneĀ ofĀ usĀ canĀ chooseĀ whereĀ weĀ shallĀ love...
FeelingĀ tooĀ muchĀ isĀ aĀ hellĀ ofĀ aĀ lotĀ betterĀ thanĀ feelingĀ nothing.
YouĀ areĀ enoughĀ toĀ driveĀ aĀ saintĀ toĀ madnessĀ orĀ aĀ kingĀ toĀ hisĀ knees.
AĀ greatĀ fireĀ burnsĀ withinĀ me,Ā butĀ noĀ oneĀ stopsĀ toĀ warmĀ themselvesĀ atĀ it,Ā andĀ passersbyĀ onlyĀ seeĀ aĀ wispĀ ofĀ smoke
IĀ wantĀ toĀ knowĀ whatĀ passionĀ is.Ā IĀ wantĀ toĀ feelĀ somethingĀ strongly.
IĀ envyĀ peopleĀ thatĀ knowĀ love.Ā ThatĀ haveĀ someoneĀ whoĀ takesĀ themĀ asĀ theyĀ are.
IfĀ somethingĀ burnsĀ yourĀ soulĀ withĀ purposeĀ andĀ desire,Ā itāsĀ yourĀ dutyĀ toĀ beĀ reducedĀ toĀ ashesĀ byĀ it.Ā
IĀ haveĀ lovedĀ toĀ theĀ pointĀ ofĀ madness;Ā thatĀ whichĀ isĀ calledĀ madness,Ā thatĀ whichĀ toĀ me,Ā isĀ theĀ onlyĀ sensibleĀ wayĀ toĀ love.
IĀ raisedĀ youĀ soĀ highĀ thatĀ everyĀ otherĀ onĀ earthĀ isĀ nowĀ doomedĀ toĀ liveĀ inĀ yourĀ shadow.
YouĀ haveĀ corruptedĀ myĀ imaginationĀ andĀ inflamedĀ myĀ blood.
YouĀ knowĀ thatĀ whenĀ IĀ hateĀ you,Ā itĀ isĀ becauseĀ IĀ loveĀ youĀ toĀ aĀ pointĀ ofĀ passionĀ thatĀ unhingesĀ myĀ soul.
PeopleĀ waitĀ aroundĀ tooĀ longĀ forĀ love.Ā I'mĀ happyĀ withĀ myĀ lusts.
TheĀ humanĀ bodyĀ isĀ theĀ bestĀ workĀ ofĀ art.
IĀ wouldĀ ratherĀ dieĀ ofĀ passionĀ thanĀ ofĀ boredom.
YourĀ memoryĀ feelsĀ likeĀ homeĀ toĀ me.Ā SoĀ wheneverĀ myĀ mindĀ wanders,Ā itĀ alwaysĀ findsĀ itsĀ wayĀ backĀ toĀ you.
WhatĀ ifĀ youĀ findĀ yourĀ soulĀ mate...Ā atĀ theĀ wrongĀ time?
OnlyĀ theĀ unitedĀ beatĀ ofĀ sexĀ andĀ heartĀ togetherĀ canĀ createĀ ecstasy.
LightĀ yourselfĀ onĀ fireĀ withĀ passionĀ andĀ peopleĀ willĀ comeĀ fromĀ milesĀ toĀ watchĀ youĀ burn.
MyĀ eyesĀ wereĀ dazedĀ byĀ youĀ forĀ aĀ little,Ā andĀ thatĀ wasĀ all.
STARKHVN. The demon didn't lie. I used to be bitterly jealous of my brother. I wanted to be prince. Now everything he had is mine, and he lies in ashes. I keep asking myself: do I want this because it's right or simply to have what I never thought I could? // Sebastian Vael, Independent & Canon Divergent, Written by Holly Ā©
THERE. that's better
no one has ever looked more beautiful than her in this scene