Ice is formed by the manipulations of water and nature. Darkness and light
entwines it's being. Fire allows it to show its beauty and significance.
She was Ice.
Beneath the silver full moon, she watches. Under the snow-covered branches of the oak, she awaits. A lone wolf howls, breaks the night air, hiding the rustle of fur against snow.
She was as swift and agile as the wind, silent as the night and deadly as poison. Her silver hair swirls around her, reflecting the silver glow of the moon. Occasionally her crystal blue eyes will open, surveying her surroundings until once more they close.
An unknowing stranger would trudge up the hill and see a flash of silver hair and glittering fangs before he was found the next morning in deaths' embrace.
Dark as she is, she does kill for fun, only to survive. Deep within her, her inner self reminds her of her job as the Keeper of Balance and the Queen of the Night.
Mists come at her call, fire blazes at her heart, darkness cloaks her every move yet light shines from her soul. She was the One. The Queen of them all..
Beneath the silver full moon, she watches. Under the snow-covered branches of the oak, she awaits. A lone wolf howls, breaks the night air, hiding the rustle of fur against snow.
She was as swift and agile as the wind, silent as the night and deadly as poison. Her silver hair swirls around her, reflecting the silver glow of the moon. Occasionally her crystal blue eyes will open, surveying her surroundings until once more they close.
An unknowing stranger would trudge up the hill and see a flash of silver hair and glittering fangs before he was found the next morning in deaths' embrace.
Dark as she is, she does kill for fun, only to survive. Deep within her, her inner self reminds her of her job as the Keeper of Balance and the Queen of the Night.
Mists come at her call, fire blazes at her heart, darkness cloaks her every move yet light shines from her soul. She was the One. The Queen of them all..