Small flakes of cold in masses, descending upon the forest floor, deafening any sound. You find yourself in a dream-like state, in awe. She is like the snow, a blinding white. She makes you silent when she is present. She is like a dream, one which you cannot control. Her smile was like the cold wind that reminded you that you can feel. That you are alive. Winter belonged to no one, and neither did she.


-:| RP account. However, I might be OOC in towns, feel free to chat. |:-

I am not interested in fights. If you try to force anything on my character, including hits or try to write your character into my character’s history without consent, you will be put on ignore. Please play respectfully. My character is a kitsune(fox) demon based on Japanese lore. I would prefer to play with other characters with a similar theme, but I’m not terribly picky.





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