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So cold. All snow. So cold. No blade. So cold. Collapse and despair for doom is near. No morning. No comfort. So cold.
Inside the ice and snow she crawled while the wind still whipped. The blinding snow and piling drifts washing all in white, all but she. A half dark shadow, pushed and pulled by the wind stumbles into the icey caverns. Icy paws step first on ice and the wind gusts round and all falls down. Down comes the great beast.
On the ice there lay in a heap a once rare sight. White fur dances against black while the wind pulls at the lion tail. The short thick legs, clawed and pawed, were left where they lay, unmoved. Great heat, square and stout, lay still. Eyes closed over and usually attentive ears dead to the world. About her neck hung a locket, ticking with each passing second.
The sudden winter winds outside had beat the poor feline. The great White Time Tiger, who had walked these lands of ice and snow before even the gods, now lay beaten at last. The ills, the strains, of her land and the winter had had compiled. Her fur was ragged, and chest scarred, all from where the ills of her home tore at her. For how can she protect those who tear themselves apart? Can’t they see what they were doing to her? She never complained, and never spoke. Winter had come and laid its damage too. Ice crystals layered parts of her fur, and pads were sore and bloodied. There was an ill omen coming, and the protector lay unmoved. Ticking slowing slower and slower.
There wasn’t much time. There wasn’t much hope. Its so cold. So very cold.
But hope can always be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
OOC :: @[Lena] @[Enna] @[Tiamat] @[Tilney] and Open to any and all =]You have 96 hours. =]
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