~Iced
Prologue
The First Snowfall
The poor glaceon looked out the window. It was iced with a pure, cold frost. The glaceon looked deeper out the thin window and saw something pure from the sky. Something whiter than frost... Something purer than the frost that covered her window. She felt light and icy. A numb, cold feeling swept over her fragile form. She was deathly sick.... The doorman never took care of her or saw her since her arrival at the inn two days ago. She was hungry and thirsty. She needed nourishment before she died. The cruel, fiery doorman had simple locked her in the room without a word. Without a sentence. He hadn't even commented on her loud cough, her tiresome look, or her frail look.
Her blood felt frozen beneath her blue skin. She wondered if she had the strength to attack. The room was made of wood and crudely built. Made only to hold together, she thought examining the room. Her sleepy eyes had only glanced the room before. She had rested both dies, but still needed food and water. Or at least some form of food. The only piece of furnishing in the crude room was the soft bed. It was small and had thin red sheets covering the glaceon.
She wanted to be free, but instead she was stuck in an inn in a cold valley. The valley was having its first snow. The warlock was chasing her. She was now locked away, she couldn't flee from the warlock. His snow would freeze the village. The village wasn't prepared for snow... It was sunny year round. She wanted/needed out of the village. The warlock would devour her otherwise. She was the hope for her people so far away. She thought she lost the warlock farther back. She hadn't. he would kill her as soon as his blood-thirsty eyes laid their gaze on her.
She began to weep. She was too cold to attack. She'd been traveling in snow for so long, for the warlock's snowy veil covered miles. She was trapped in a town's first snowfall...
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Prologue
The First Snowfall
The poor glaceon looked out the window. It was iced with a pure, cold frost. The glaceon looked deeper out the thin window and saw something pure from the sky. Something whiter than frost... Something purer than the frost that covered her window. She felt light and icy. A numb, cold feeling swept over her fragile form. She was deathly sick.... The doorman never took care of her or saw her since her arrival at the inn two days ago. She was hungry and thirsty. She needed nourishment before she died. The cruel, fiery doorman had simple locked her in the room without a word. Without a sentence. He hadn't even commented on her loud cough, her tiresome look, or her frail look.
Her blood felt frozen beneath her blue skin. She wondered if she had the strength to attack. The room was made of wood and crudely built. Made only to hold together, she thought examining the room. Her sleepy eyes had only glanced the room before. She had rested both dies, but still needed food and water. Or at least some form of food. The only piece of furnishing in the crude room was the soft bed. It was small and had thin red sheets covering the glaceon.
She wanted to be free, but instead she was stuck in an inn in a cold valley. The valley was having its first snow. The warlock was chasing her. She was now locked away, she couldn't flee from the warlock. His snow would freeze the village. The village wasn't prepared for snow... It was sunny year round. She wanted/needed out of the village. The warlock would devour her otherwise. She was the hope for her people so far away. She thought she lost the warlock farther back. She hadn't. he would kill her as soon as his blood-thirsty eyes laid their gaze on her.
She began to weep. She was too cold to attack. She'd been traveling in snow for so long, for the warlock's snowy veil covered miles. She was trapped in a town's first snowfall...
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What do you think? C+CC wanted.