Chapter 1
This is the one of my older stories that I forgot to upload,
Small Janami Frost was the last of the North Pookan tribe. The Pooka are a large anthropoid giant,six foot tall are benevolent spirits that help create the can shapeshift into many things but very few can transform into a more human form,some cant even change forms,either from a birth defect or an injury to the it one of the few that can shift into a human form. Her human form has tan skin,nice slim frame,long black hair with white eyes are a bright neon purple with green only things that set her apart from looking fully human is that her long ears and tail had tried her hardest to get the other tribes to heed her warning of Pitch Black's comming,but,they thought it was a ruse for that her tribe was known for their cunning minds and silver had just shun her and scoffed at her tear filled ,she had had enough and she sealed herself in an secluded lake in the middle of present day Moscow, tears froze before they hit the ground,glowing softly with winter magick.
~Flashback~
Janami twitched her soft,pink nose at the smell of foreboding had a more closer connection to emotions than the others in her is why only at the age of nine that she is on the scout may be of the royal princess,but,she is cast aside in favor of her brother,Jack reason she was cast aside was because her mother was of a different now extince clan called the Jack was not trained with his sister so they could become very was sixteen while Janami was nine.
~end flashback~
That is why I froze him in a air pocket next to thought scumbed to the lull of the icy water,unaware to the fact the spring prince Bunnymund was buring the biodies of his dead tribe beleivung that he is the last Pooka alive.
