FORCES,

[▼SPACED.]

 

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The cold suited her, she thought as she stared out over the vast expanse of abandoned snow fields. There was something in its natural bite and sting that exhilarated the flesh and set ones soul alight with both fear and excitement - it could be brutal and savage, but it was also beautiful and serene. There was a lot to like about snow and ice. Something in her bones told her this was where she belonged - perhaps not necessarily here on the fields, but somewhere magnificent and hostile, somewhere memorable. After all, you didn't have to be born royal to be the queen. 

That's what she was, simply put. The Queen of all things frostbite, and beyond. There could be no explaining the chill that ran through her bones (where hot blood should have run, there was nothing but ice), and no describing how commanding she looked upon her carpet of porcelain. She could have been born to fog, or smoke - her skin as fragile and silky as both, but instead she had developed into the glittering elegance of snowfall. 

Lirra did not want a herd, a kingdom, an empire - she wanted the world. 

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ooc; KK first post with her so a bit shite but she's all yours <3

[KK]

REACH THE WINDOWS I SEE HIM HAS YOUR BED GONE UP IN FLAMES HEAR THAT ROOF CRY AS IT CAVES OF ITS POWER ON YOUR FACE

She was beautiful. Her eyes were the kind of the glacial cold that stopped any stranger in his tracks. Her elegance, drive - her absolutely frigid exterior had pulsing, torrid magnetism. The wind repeatedly whispered, She will kill you. As if nature would do her bidding, as if she were the only mortal being gifted with pure control - there was no questioning the magnitude of power she possessed. Tyrion sensed that she was great, built by the Gods of old and abused by the Gods of new.

The man watched her from afar, though not hiding from her sight. The plains were fruitless, and his sun-kissed coat stood out too starkly for him to even attempt discretion. While Lirra was a woman who commanded blizzards, Tyrion was a man who raised oceans. Her storm skin and clouded eyes matched their surroundings well. He admired her stature, the way she honored who she was with a sharp gaze. There was no denying what he felt, though he was unsure of what it exactly was. He wondered if he was drawn to her frost (tired of his sand, in need of opposition).

The breeze wrapped her silky fingers around his throat, carried his scent across the open plains. Too late, she would notice him. Tyrion snaked forward, muscles rolling and eyes burning. He wanted to melt her, to drink the power she possessed. He smiled, a wolf-man, too obviously canine.

“The breeze whispers that you are its leader.”

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▼SPACED. <3

[▼SPACED.]

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She sensed him more than saw him, felt the heat of his presence though it seemed impossible to feel anything in this endless chill. Her eyes, piercing emerald against the smoke of her skin, sought him out - a bloody smear in her palace of ice. She didn't speak as his scent curled its way into her fine nostrils, only tasted his smokiness in the back of her throat and narrowed her long lashed eyes. He moved like a predator, muscles rippling like water underneath his red-tinged coat, every step graceful and pointed. He was handsome - this much she would let herself point out… but hadn't Lucifer been an angel before he had fallen? He had been beautiful too.

His smile did nothing to snare her, though she admired the bone-white teeth and his wolfish demeanour silently. His words sent a pleased rush of heat through her body before it returned swiftly to the cold, detached ice she had fought so hard to obtain. Her eyes scrutinised him, harsh and cold before she answered; "It's not wrong." She stopped abruptly, her voice like chimes as she continued "You don't belong here."

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ooc; KK <3