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[glow=#000,1,400]SOME PRINCESSES DON’T BECOME QUEENS — ｡+ﾟ[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Soft paws moved through the snow with ease, melting the crystalline ice into slush with each step because of the warmth that radiated from the young creature’s form. Her eyes of dark pitch lingered on one tree then another as she made her way toward the pull that she felt from somewhere here. They had an ocean and that was all she cared about because she sought some type of closure she supposed. It was strange because she didn’t understand what the world wanted from her or what these feelings were. All she knew was that she had nothing, no memories, no sense of self save for the vague impressions and feelings she for from the waters around her and the land. So this had to be the same, right? Her expressionless features were placid and neutral as she walked slipping along the plains of what used to be meadow. At one point she thought that this place had once been filled with flowers. A romantic endeavor to bring flowers to a former sweetheart who had been murdered before her time. The shock and pain before another love became present long after. Her glowing form paused as this information was poured into, flashes of scenes spiraling through her own skull before she shoved it back and left that place to continue on to where she wanted, no, where she needed to be.

Her lithe form crested a hill and she saw it. A village of homes settled against the riverside. Her head tilted slightly to the side and then she turned her eyes toward he beach and the ocean itself. Heated form moved them, a glow like embers showing where she was during the night the held no moon and yet she cared little. Smoke trailed from her nostrils like a warm breath in the cold air as excitement buzzed in her young form. This was it and she could hear it, feel it. This was where she was supposed to be and yet she was confused as to why. There was no true answer but to sit here and to stay here and this the black creature sat feeling a sign of frustration well up in her as her ears pulled back. ”Now what?” Her voice was monotone as usual, emotions that were detached and devoid of care as she watched the waters push against the earth. Slowly the sky was lighting up to make the dawn sky shimmer with pink and orange and she sighed before looking at the ground before her.

[venus]

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a glowing mass of heat - oh the things venus would do to just have someone like blaise to be their pillow during those harsh nights. the ones where cold crept so deep into the very fibres of every bone in the kitsune’s body sending ripples of freezing pain down their spine and into their stomach where it settled. a large mass, but frozen, instead of pulsating heat.

from the other side of shore’s grace, where the villagers all nestled together drinking their hot beverages and sung merrily into the new year, venus found themselves staring out into the open. they weren’t particularly “friends” or whatever with anyone else, and only had been vaguely close to marina before her departure. this gave the teen a lot of free time between each patient flooding the solbinder’s den, to be observing the sea’s tides shifting, to admire the sunrise’s ethereal glow blanketing the territory, to notice the odd figure off in the distance dancing with flames around their frame like a fairytale. too on the nose to point out that this was odd?

”now you do a fancy little jig and sing a tune, what else were you expecting?” visage betraying nothing more than the simple fact that venus was sleep-deprived, the sunhaven memeber did not spare the foreign figure the pleasantry of a smile till they were suitably satisfied with the silence falling in the wake of a confusing remark in the fact of an even more confusing question. “now what?” was there a plan in the blaise’s head? ”what’s your name?”

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