A R A H

A perfect trail was left behind in the snow, no distinguishing prints, an anonymous trail that reflected what was left of her. Ice frozen solid, clutching at her soul, refusing to release it's deathly cold grip. From the shadows demons of the past lurked, haunting however they did not hunt her. For she was not prey. The doe was crowned in ice, she now knew the glory of a forgotten presence. Eventually the greats die, their names are written into stones that crumble and collapse to dust with the gradual passing of time. Their children forget their names, the ones they ruled over do no share the names of the leaders.

The names remembered are those of heroes.
And conquerors.

Arah was determined to leave more than just her name to crumble in the dust, for those with royal blood where expected to do something great within their life. So far the doe had served, bowed and bent over backwards to please her Lady and Lord. Yet she had nothing to show for it. After spending so much time contributing to her leader's legacy what had happened to hers?
What last words would be spoken to her daughters on the day of her passing?

My daughters, the day you were born, the very snows of this land whispered your cursed names.
My children, I watched with horror as you grew into weapons of madness, decay, blackness and despair.
Our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength, yet now we have become servants. No victories.
But in the end it won't matter, you shall be Queens of destruction.

Her golden eyes turned to survey the valley that rolled out underneath her hooves, underneath the layers of snow rocks poked out. From such a distance they looked like bones, an army of the dead about to rise up from the depths whenever she gave the call. Their eyes turned up towards her, lifeless in their frozen graves. The golden gaze skirted over the rocks until it settled on a dark shape that had formed in the distance. There was not a sound to be heard, no breeze, no calls; even the frozen breaths were silent. From within the pearly white clouds Wynter appeared gliding noiselessly and she was lethal in her grace. Gone were the days where the griffin would sit upon her shoulders and enjoy her mistress's close company. Now the beast would take flight and watch for danger from above unknown to those who approached the doe. The gold reflected upon her feathers, the blue tinted light that reflected off of the ice caused the griffin to shine.

Wynter landed next to her, stirring up a large amount of snow that gusted away in the sudden breeze that picked up. The ice princess' mane and tail swirled away in the wind, it's length had gotten even more impressive trailing meters behind her whenever she walked. The snowy griffin bent and gently nipped at her mistress' numb leg; Arah knew she should move away from the edge of the valley, but it was such a beautiful place she was not yet ready to leave.

And a sun set to lay away your day to day fears

A R A H

The sound of hooves crashing through the snow caused Arah to turn. It had been so wonderful up here, alone. With only her thoughts for company it was a pleasant feeling not to be let down by anyone else. The idea of someone coming along and disturbing that peace? That pissed her off. With any luck they would pass by her, leaving her alone to continue watching the snow storms below. It was not company that she wanted, yet the figure was coming for her. The doe watched the fast approaching shape of….oh joy.

Sweet…fucking…joy.

Thranduil.

A sigh frosted in front of her face as the golden stag approached her. Once she may have thought him as attractive, then repugnant idiot had opened his mouth. Oh the treats he let tumble from his mouth. In his excitement the abhorrent boy had not been careful with his words, they had been brash and thoughtless. The doe knew his weakness, for the day she had even learnt of his play.

T-r-o-u-b-l-e.

Rolling her eyes she turned to face him head on; Wynter eyed him distrustfully. Narrowing her orbs as he came to a halt in from of her, a wave of exasperation rolled through her. Feeling her flesh burning as his eyes began revolving over her body, she wished to blend into the whistling snow around her. How was it that he made her feel dirty? Dipping his twisted horns she simply watched silently, wondering what trouble he was going to attempt to stir up this time. Not returning the gesture the ice princess turned back to the rolling Valley below her. Bowing was a universal sign of respect (at least in her culture), one would first have to earn the respect.

He speaks her name with a warm tone but as his voice rolls over her the doe finds herself struggling to resist the urge to shudder, the need to get away from him was getting more intense by the second. His pedantics in The Threshold had caused quite a lot of trouble and the way he has acted innocent when he finally arrived at The Basin had made her grind her teeth. Still her frustration at him had yet to ebb away. Looking at him once again was all she needed to remember the ill feelings directed at him and why she felt so disgusted by his behaviour.

Perhaps it was an attempt to humour her when he commented on the weather, all it did was cause a frown to crease between her eyes. Huffing she ignored him again, choosing to watch Wynter click her beak in warning.
The griffin did not like the offensive stud.
The doe did not like the boy who still tried to play at being a man.

Turning her eyes away from Wynter, Arah began to slowly walk away from the ledge not trusting him to not take advantage of the situation and push her over the edge. If she had the strength the doe would definitely be considering it, something about him just really pushed her buttons. She brushes past him, their bodies will touch if he does not move.
The doe once again finds herself struggling to resist the urge to shudder. Yet she does not want him to know how much she despises him.
“What do you want?” Her tone wasn’t horrible but it contained absolutely no warmth for the inauspicious boy.
Besides what she really wanted to say was; “I have no time or patience for your petty bullshit today.”
All things considered Arah was being positively delightful towards the asswipe!

Not even gracing his previous question with an answer felt good. Like now Arah was the one deciding what game they would play and just what the parameters were of which the game would be contained. It was dangerous to deal with such a audacious being, she would have to watch her tongue.
And his eyes.

Pausing for a moment she waited for Wynter to catch up, The griffin had been taking her time to watch Thranduil, waiting for him to attack or attempt to harm Arah. 'Is féidir linn a mharú dó níos déanaí.’ Turning with a few more clicks of her beak Wynter hurried over to Arah. Weaving between her mistress’ legs the creature kept a close eye on odious personality that was the newest and most appetising member of The Basin.

And a sun set to lay away your day to day fears