#elsif

an animated expressive icon for Elsif The Wolf on Twitter/FA :D!!  he wanted something reminiscent of my own animated icon

Elsif a big toothy were boye >:3c to fulfill your teefy needs [and fluffy needs]

this turned out to be 22 frames long, with 9 unique frames you can view the unbutchered rez [here] 

Princess Elsif Character Sheet

    An irritation of second guessing herself sank into the thoughts of the old woman as she’d walk towards her house in Silvermoon. She’d let her nails dig into her raven tresses, scraping to her scalp. A sigh escaped her lips. “Why does one even bother. Mercutio isn’t around... his business isn’t mine. Even being invited to such a business...” Diaage mumbled to herself as she’d open the door to find Elsif and Nihasa sitting in the common room. 

    “A bad day?” Elsif noticed a permanent frown lining the woman’s face.  “More dead ends. One doesn’t know what to do anymore. Living here or living in the port - it doesn’t seem quite safe just yet.” The ex-director would slump into one a living room chair. “Elsif... Why should one resurface? To what end? Why should one deal with Mercutio or my  brother? Or any of the family. What goals would that accomplish.” 

    “Well, Miss Malievi... It might not be my business, but... family is family. Considering everything... recovering from years past of estranging yourself your business and noble family...” Elsif spoke quietly as he’d glance from her to Nihasa. “Maybe not just for yourself? But for your daughter?”

   “For titan’s sakes... bringing Nihasa around that lot. Infighting, deaders, screaming, blood... just a typical night of Intoxication.... Hope to the seven hells that that Malache boy is alive...” The old woman groaned as she’d push herself up out of the chair. The conversation trailed from there as she’d stare out the window into the city of Silvermoon. To what end...

    A gentle tune carried from an automated jukebox.  The old woman sat with the nanny in their living room, watching their daughter read into recently dusted tomes. It was up to them to teach Nihasa for the moment. Home schooling was what was needed for the utmost of safety.     “Minn’da, minnnnn’da look, minn’da look -- I made a little dress for Forgut!” Nihasa exclaimed proudly, but would frown when she got only a mumbled reply.    “That’s nice, honey.” Diaage would yawn, not even opening her eyes to see what her daughter had made.      Elsif would tap on Diaage’s shoulder, “It’s lovely, Miss Nihasa. I think he’ll enjoy it.”      “Mm..?” The ex-director yawned again, opening her eyes this time. “I’m sorry honey. Minn’da has been so tired lately. It’s charming. Why don’t you go put it on Forgut right now?”       “Ooohoooo.” Nihasa giggled as she’d run off to put her little half-stitched dress on her imp.      

“It appears my findings were incorrect. Gregori Karkarov lives..”         "Should he learn of your whereabouts.. I doub't he could resist visiting."    The old woman kept within the Darkwood’s clearing. The sparring ring filled with illusions of her master. “YOU PROMISED ONE HE WAS DEAD.” Diaage screamed out to Araste as he left. She was left alone with frustrations and a practice stave held tightly within her grasp.      Gregori Karkarov. A name that left a bitter taste in the ex-director’s mouth. A man that thwarted her every move for his execution and eventual manipulation of her mind and personal assets. One of the only two that could shatter her confidence with a single gaze.      Diaage realized why her master had spoken such cruel words - to get her to focus on training. What skills she dulled within the years of inactivity, he wished to sharpen once more into a living weapon. Yet to what extent? A tool, like always. A tool of cruelty for another hand - whether it be her ex-Uncle or Gregori Karkarov. Regret lined her visage, marred with a clouded anger. She never truly had the freedom to control her own strength on her own terms.