p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Cold eyes observed their enemy, Brown with fleck of silver in them. Clad in wolf fur and dressed in all white, he was sure that he made quite a sight. He fingered the wand that was in his sleeve, ready to be drawn at any time, a pure white unicorn horn, willingly given, carved to be a wand with a white metal handle and a blue gem embedded in the base. Pure ice hung about his head forming a delicate circlet, small ice crystals clinking and chiming musically if he moved. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" Distaste curled in the sneer upon his face as he stared at the enemy that stood in front of him. He hated her, the woman in front of him. She called herself the White Queen, drawing power from Winter. Oh, how he hated her. Not only did she steal some of his power, she thought that she was the Herald and Master of Winter. No, that was he. HE was the Master, Herald, and Ruler of Winter. None was more powerful than he in his own domain yet she tried to claim position. Not only that, but she tried to kill his Peter. His Peter, who was still mortal, who had not awakened as the Autumn just yet, who was not the fierce immortal that he knew intimately, who was not the High King and Master of the arts of War and the Victor, the One who Never Lost. The woman in front of him tried to prevent that from happening and he would not stand for it. No, it's high time that this woman span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanpayed for her crimes./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" A fearsome smile crawled onto his lips, his unnaturally cold eyes staring into her own fearful normal blue eyes, the sound of ice crackling from his power, the very essence of the air changing and the temperature dropping, frost covering the grounds under him and spreading out. White teeth flashed in a carnivorous smile. His long brown hair, nape length, became dusted with frost. By his sides and behind and around him were white wolves, easily double the sizes of natural wolves, their eyes an electric blue and sharp with a bloodthirsty need for vengence, peering down at the enemies with no mercy in their eyes. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" "You've been naughty, little witch, trying to take my Autumn King from me. I do believe that it's high time that you paid for that in full. Come, let me teach you the true meaning of Winter, usurper!" He purred before drawing the two swords on his waist and slid them into the earth and blue eyes piercing the enemy the whole time. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" Winter was finally fully awake and hungry for lives to claim./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" Distaste curled in the sneer upon his face as he stared at the enemy that stood in front of him. He hated her, the woman in front of him. She called herself the White Queen, drawing power from Winter. Oh, how he hated her. Not only did she steal some of his power, she thought that she was the Herald and Master of Winter. No, that was he. HE was the Master, Herald, and Ruler of Winter. None was more powerful than he in his own domain yet she tried to claim position. Not only that, but she tried to kill his Peter. His Peter, who was still mortal, who had not awakened as the Autumn just yet, who was not the fierce immortal that he knew intimately, who was not the High King and Master of the arts of War and the Victor, the One who Never Lost. The woman in front of him tried to prevent that from happening and he would not stand for it. No, it's high time that this woman span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanpayed for her crimes./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" A fearsome smile crawled onto his lips, his unnaturally cold eyes staring into her own fearful normal blue eyes, the sound of ice crackling from his power, the very essence of the air changing and the temperature dropping, frost covering the grounds under him and spreading out. White teeth flashed in a carnivorous smile. His long brown hair, nape length, became dusted with frost. By his sides and behind and around him were white wolves, easily double the sizes of natural wolves, their eyes an electric blue and sharp with a bloodthirsty need for vengence, peering down at the enemies with no mercy in their eyes. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" "You've been naughty, little witch, trying to take my Autumn King from me. I do believe that it's high time that you paid for that in full. Come, let me teach you the true meaning of Winter, usurper!" He purred before drawing the two swords on his waist and slid them into the earth and blue eyes piercing the enemy the whole time. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.119999885559082px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;" Winter was finally fully awake and hungry for lives to claim./p
