08-11-2018, 07:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2018, 07:09 PM by NUI HARIME.)
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Unlike the others, Nui does not run from her past.
She embraces it wholefully. Even allows herself to reminesce upon time's grace. Because she is proud of where she comes from. Proud of what she has done. The blood. The viscera. Nui revels in it. Unashamed. Unabashed.
Quiet little feet fall, silencing the crunch of snow. Snowflakes fall all around her Ina flurry, like ashes of divine hue. Not heralding destruction or fire. But the opposite.
The snow is what nui perhaps, finds the most comforting about snowbound. She has gotten used to it, soothed by it's gelid freeze. She has spent far too long within the city not feeling anything to not be excited by the frost's embrace. The sensation is what provides the polarheart with a subtle thrill.
Ice lacing her veins, the gal lopes her way towards the border. It wasn't hard to spot Atbash in the distance, like a beacon of golden. She fixes her gaze on the newcomer; cranes her head back at the height of the american lion. Large, and unlike any other lions she's had the pleasure of witnessing.
Clucking her tongue to get the liquid flowing, she speaks.
"I am Nui Harime. And may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
POLARHEART
FEMALE
POLARHEART
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Unlike the others, Nui does not run from her past.
She embraces it wholefully. Even allows herself to reminesce upon time's grace. Because she is proud of where she comes from. Proud of what she has done. The blood. The viscera. Nui revels in it. Unashamed. Unabashed.
Quiet little feet fall, silencing the crunch of snow. Snowflakes fall all around her Ina flurry, like ashes of divine hue. Not heralding destruction or fire. But the opposite.
The snow is what nui perhaps, finds the most comforting about snowbound. She has gotten used to it, soothed by it's gelid freeze. She has spent far too long within the city not feeling anything to not be excited by the frost's embrace. The sensation is what provides the polarheart with a subtle thrill.
Ice lacing her veins, the gal lopes her way towards the border. It wasn't hard to spot Atbash in the distance, like a beacon of golden. She fixes her gaze on the newcomer; cranes her head back at the height of the american lion. Large, and unlike any other lions she's had the pleasure of witnessing.
Clucking her tongue to get the liquid flowing, she speaks.
"I am Nui Harime. And may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
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