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06-24-2012, 06:00 AM
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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
He was a soldier now; a one-eyed soldier with a deep hunger glittered in the red of his eye. Was he intrigued by more than being pure? Was he intrigued by the things that lurked in the very fabric of this world? Mauja smiled, smooth and cool like ice, ears swirling to the sounds of both his voice and Korra's. Then, his smile widened into a grin, and as if mocking himself he spoke again. "Welcome home, brother." The King spun elegantly, shimmering beside Daltoff's dark form as he joined him, heading for home. In the night, he was pale and ghost-like, giving off a soft, white glow. Korra disentangled herself from them and crept off into the forest - the King was well accustomed to her comings and goings, and her lack of social grace. He did not mind, though. She was a valuable soldier, and soldiers need not excel in small talk. She was fierce and true, loyal to him, herself, and their species. What more could he ask for? He craned his head, giving Daltoff a wry smile. "You'll learn to like her," he said with a small laugh, before settling into the silence he often fell into when walking.
Soon, you will be home, brother. [ninjas declared a last round for us, too. xP the end!]  |
