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isolena she/her
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(This post was last modified: August 02, 2018, 12:19:05 AM by isolena.)

Leaving the North and traveling southward was a bad idea, Isolena decided. Staring upwards at the sun that glared down at her, she gave it her patented scowl. It was too warm here, far too heated for her liking, and the sun was all to blame. She wasn't built for humid heat and green grasses as the sun beat down on the land below. She was meant for fields of ice and snow, for towering glaciers that thundered with the sounds of cracking ice, for snowy forests in the shadows of looming mountains. And, at the moment, she was subjected to the humid heat.
Grumbling to herself about how the humidity did godawful things to her snow-white pelt, the she-wolf picked up her pace to get toward a broadleaf forest she noted in the distance. Anything to get out of the dreaded rays of sunlight that she was sure were baking her insides. Practically sprinting into the shade provided by the trees, Lena sighed out of relief. Sure, the difference in temperature wasn't the most drastic change in the world, but it was there and it was a damn relief.
She peered around, carefully surveying her surroundings as she continued her walk once more. She didn't have an exact destination in mind, but she hadn't wanted to stay in her father's territory any longer. She had to get away, had to escape his harsh gray eyes and grating voice as he beat her down again and again and again. And she left, leaving the land she had lived in since her birth and taking to foreign skies, fleeing from terrors of whom she shared blood. Ironic considering she followed her sister's path, the same sister she so loathed.
During her lapse of concentration, she failed to realize there was a sharp drop until it was below her flailing paws. She took a tumble down the scarp, practically bouncing along until she landed at its bottom on her left leg. A sharp crack met her ears as she winced, the pain not yet hitting her as she looked back and saw her hind leg bending into an awful angle halfway down. Yelping and facing forward with a curse, the blue-eyed female blinked. Well, shit, that was not how her plan for world domination was supposed to start out.


the ice does not  f o r g i v e .
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