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03-06-2015, 12:23 PM
Snö waited for realization to smack the little brat square in her pale face and she watched with cold blue eyes as it came around slowly. She didn't care what was going through the child's mind, had no concern that the child might be thinking about the unfairness of life because she had to share her mother (if they were even truly sisters). That was a lesson that Snö had learned from an early age. She had not been shielded from the cruelty of the world. No one had covered her eyes when her only friend had been murdered. No parent had held her close and told her they loved her, promised her that everything would be okay. She was raised by a cutthroat Empress and an equally cutthroat Frostheart. The icy mare snorted as the child spluttered that she didn't even look like the DarkEmpress. "That does not matter." She replied. "I don't have to look like my mother to know that I am her daughter." Her neck arched and the muscles there and in her shoulders flexed as she stared the younger girl down. "Are you supposed to be her daughter as well?" Snö already had her own suspicions but she wanted the girl to confirm them and admit to her lineage as the daughter of a fallen queen. A dead queen, murdered in cold blood. "Why are you here?" Came her next question. "You're better off without Helovia. There's nothing here for you." A fair warning to a girl who may or may not be her younger sister. If they were anything alike, though, the girl would be headstrong and insist that she could conquer Helovia and everyone in it. "." Snö you're looking at an absolute zero i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero |
