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The figure before her seems rough; hardened by the edges of life. He does not look, nor seem to be, by any means, a normal creature. Perhaps that is her own perceptions. Nui has always gone off her own initiative anyways; she finds no fault in it.
Winterwolf approaches the dragon with a strange sense of familiarity.not as family or friends would, but like a soul who had found their analogous brethren.
Nui can understand.
She has understood. She understood when Toga slipped over the border one day, painted in blood and eyes set for Izuku.
"Floris Sicarion," She repeats back at him, testing the words he has given her. What a lovely name, it rolls off the tongue much like water at the lip of a fall. Elegant, is what she feels when she thinks of his name.
Atbash is the next to arrive, quickly reprimanding the polarheart, to which they respond with scathing mockery of her own.
Nui does not mind the absurdity of the situarion, nor the bitterness. She feeds off of it instead, letting the pleasant, ever placcid smile upon her face grow with the pleasant hint of wry mirth.
Earthlings are so odd, yet can be quite the endearment as well, under the right circumstances.
"And I'm a Polarheart here. It probably doesn't mean much, but if you have any questions or need anything, I am here,"
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
POLARHEART
FEMALE
POLARHEART
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #FB9B85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]I AM IN CONTROL!
The figure before her seems rough; hardened by the edges of life. He does not look, nor seem to be, by any means, a normal creature. Perhaps that is her own perceptions. Nui has always gone off her own initiative anyways; she finds no fault in it.
Winterwolf approaches the dragon with a strange sense of familiarity.not as family or friends would, but like a soul who had found their analogous brethren.
Nui can understand.
She has understood. She understood when Toga slipped over the border one day, painted in blood and eyes set for Izuku.
"Floris Sicarion," She repeats back at him, testing the words he has given her. What a lovely name, it rolls off the tongue much like water at the lip of a fall. Elegant, is what she feels when she thinks of his name.
Atbash is the next to arrive, quickly reprimanding the polarheart, to which they respond with scathing mockery of her own.
Nui does not mind the absurdity of the situarion, nor the bitterness. She feeds off of it instead, letting the pleasant, ever placcid smile upon her face grow with the pleasant hint of wry mirth.
Earthlings are so odd, yet can be quite the endearment as well, under the right circumstances.
"And I'm a Polarheart here. It probably doesn't mean much, but if you have any questions or need anything, I am here,"
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