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03-14-2013, 09:54 PM
 THE PLAGUE
Snö
Snö may have been blending into the background, the cool palettes of frosted silver and stony, unimpressed grays, but she was not wasting her time. She was planning, simply, training, conditioning her young body to peak condition. Not a moment was wasted in her peaceful life that could quickly and abruptly burst into chaos and bloodshed at the mere sight of one who does not bear a horn upon silken brow. It had been quiet during her rounds around the borders of her quietly loved Aurora Basin. Sometimes, she found herself hating the Basin, the carpets of dreary, never-ending snow during winter that fell chest and neck high, which forced one to struggle through, quickly soaking through. It could be worse- at least they were no longer in the Steppe. And the drifts were only deepest among the edges as well, shallower towards the middle where the hot springs steamed. Quickly had she grown bored, standing about, head filled with persistent thoughts of growing stronger, Psyche and her family, her awful family. She had heard of a baby. Another slut child. So she set off, breaking into an idle trot, slipping out of the cold, stone mountains, unpressionable and heartless. It was not long until she smelt familiar scents, coming from the Arch where she had, not long ago, fought with a bastard who had defeated her. And yet... it would not be long until she won that fight. d'Artagnan had also known of him- no doubt sometime soon one would slip something into the food supply. Ha! Snö followed the trail into the glacial palace throwing sparkling light through the thin walls. Her cloven hooves skittered across the slick black ice as she neared, making her way round to the back of the group, passing the one named Crowley and some strange wolf. With each passing word, she found herself rising, straightening. "This mare will not last long!" Snö snorted, lips curling into a snicker. WARRIOR  |
