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Icy violet eyes strained against the blinding sun. The winds that whistled were not the bitter cold she craved, no. It was mild. Where was the refreshing snow that bit against her paws? Where was the ice that nipped her nose? Where...As the moments passed and the cogs began to churn within her brilliant brain, it seemed to shudder, a heavy fog set in- things did not feel right. Something she could not place. Something she could not decipher. 

Raven-tinted violet pelt ruffled within the mild winds, as the icy Queen arose from her slumber. Sleek frame rising with ease, like the shadows crawling along the forest floor.

Forest.

A sudden pang, a crashing ebb that hit her chest- freezing her in place. 

Where was she?

What had happened?

What had she lost?

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Hazy. 

Sluggish. How she did not like this feeling. This feeling of weakness. Her brain could not muster thoughts, could not be sharp. She could not think. Could not place...

The heat. How she despised it. Where was the peaceful silent snows? The bitterness that stole the breath? The cries of caribou. No, here, everything was green. Foliage, overpowering perfumes assaulted her nose. Twigs, branches crunched underfoot, the soft, pliable grains of earth felt wrong underneath her paws. The air was stifling, confiding, restricting. Not clean... fresh or revitalising. Sorina moved forwards, she had to leave. This was not her home.

And yet, as she mulled over thoughts, her paws carried her forwards. A stomping, tantrum- like gate. Until...
A figure adorned in ivory and ash stood in her way.

The icy queen paused. And the woman... stared back.

There was no hint of animosity, though. Yet Sorina did not feel the need to muster any words. 

The woman was adorned in slate and ivory, eyes of ice that burned. And yet crimson stained her mouth, bright, brilliant crimson. It filled the air with a metallic tang. For that she was thankful, it took away from the overpowering assault of the furna. 

There was tension. It was palpable. And yet, she was happy to make it last. Her onyx crown tilted.

"Lost?"

A single word draped from her tongue eventually. Despite the haziness, despite the feeling she could not place. Something pulled her here to pause.

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Tension grew thick, wrapping around the dense air like a silken, crimson shawl. As icy violet eyes scanned over the stained woman before her, only curiosity grew. Lacing its fingers from her chest, curling pale fingers into the air. 

“misplaced,

A hiss of words, a vipers kiss. Akin her icy exterior and piercing gaze. Bitterness clung around the woman- screamed in a lonely cry. Why... with such poise and darkness, she could have been mistaken for one of her own Kin. Indeed, Salvatoré's were known to be wolves of Winter, stubborn, arrogant, borne of ice. 


“are you lost?”

Ah, how she had missed this, the dance, the thrill. While her mind skill remained hazy and her body ached. Dare an etch of a smile twist upon her dark lips. "The question, indeed." 

“you do not smell of here,”

Her violet-tinted onyx crown uplifted. “there is more.”—

"I hail from a Kingdom of snow and ice. I had built my Empire, shard by shard. Bore a family of mine own."

"And then I awoke to find myself here."  Her gaze drifted upwards, a twisted pang carved within her chest. That ache returned now, only stronger. That perfect percaline mask of hers dared to slip. Just for a moment. A grimace twisted her muzzle, opalescent fangs exposed in the rays of sunlight. "In this ghastly, festering... sweltering prison."

A flicker of her ear, Sorina returned her attention to the woman, and took a step closer. 

"And you?"

Dare she test the snakes ability to hiss.

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Indeed, the bait was taken. A glint was hidden there- just for a moment, a grasping of words like fingers upon a silken shawl. Untrustworthy, danger, delectable darkness that reeled in her thoughts. Logic would say to leave. Logic would say to dismiss, but there was that lingering pull. That thrill that tapped along the etches of her mind, along her spine. Pulling her closer, like an unseen chord, the tension grew. And with it, Sorina's curiosity.

OH! How she had missed this, a dance with someone like minded. When was the last time she had played this game? For too long had she been in slumber.

“purgatory,”

An amused hum rumbled from her dark lips. 

Indeed, she knew. All too well. This ebb-this weighted drain. This feeling of...

“hatched from a land of ice, you could say,”

"How.. convenient."
Ah. Souls alike. Did the winds call her name? Did the serenity of the snows yearn for her paws? 

"Hurts, does it not? That ache you cannot replace..."

. "i was ripped from it. torn from the only thing I ever knew and cast here like a piece of carrion. “a viper does not belong in the heat,”

Just like her.


A pause. In her time upon this world, Sorina had met many. Many from all walks of life. Hailing from far and wide- chaos, darkness, light and inbetween. Yet no one had spoken of their past, no one had divulged such similarity. 
“a viper does not belong in the heat,”

That for once, was the Queen of Ice stunned with words? As the woman slithered closer, there came a blink of icy eyes that did not panic- did not flee, but widened with...awe?

Dare a breath hitch in her throat.


“i imagine you have lost much,”

And there, she came back. A snap, a twinge. Pain. Hit her chest. And oh, ever the politician, the master at her own craft. That mask returned, and her head that was still oh so proud, now tilted ever so slightly to the right as her gaze turned sharp. How that heavy ache sucked the breath out of her chest.

How it burned etches in her brilliant mind.

How it stole everything from her. 
“do you wish to take it all back?”“a queen needs a kingdom, does she not?”

"I will stop at nothing,"

Sorina began, like the phoenix from the ashes.

"To take back what is mine."

Instead of flames, she would sit atop that icy throne, her birthright. 

"The northern snows call my name. And my question, oh viper."

Now it was Sorina's words, that hissed from her jaws like winter's morn'. Another step forward, oh so close to the woman- almost close enough to whisper in her ear. So her head uplifted, aiming the words not to whisper- but to entice.

"Is will dare to fill that void...help me take it back?"

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