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Post by {{Roxï-kun-+ on Aug 2, 2010 23:40:52 GMT -5
It was a cold time by White Ribbon River, set in the prime of winter. Snow fell quietly and masked the normally green grasses, now which were dead. The river wasn't frozen over, cold waters peacefully running at this point in the river. No small animals ran about like they did in the summertime, instead resting underground and out of sight.
In the wonderland of swirling white, a black object broke through. At further inspection, a person would be able to make out more colors from the pure snow falling. The black object was actually an umbrella, blocking the person from the already weak sunlight. When you see more of the person, you find yourself wondering why this person is in such a place.
Brightly colored hair made from hues of blue, green, and purple and cold eyes like the ice that litters the ground. Lips that look like she has frostbite and skin close to the white of snow. Yet the strangest thing about this person is their clothing. They do not wear normal winter clothing like a coat. Instead they wear a costume of sorts. A short shirt that ends above their stomache and had no sleeves. Purple shorts can be seen slightly under a skirt like thing, having large slits up the sides. She also wears white boots, seeming like she is a part of the snow.
The person is strangely still, not shivering even in their clothing. She seems oddly comfortable in her surroundings as white puffs of air comes from her lips. Why is the female here? The girl doesn't seem to know herself, wandering by the riverbanks in the direction of the waterfalls in the distance. Though she seems so fragile and innocent from afar, up closer you can see a glint in her eyes and a smirk upon her face. Then words slowly form on her lips, lost to the wind and snow around her.
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