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06-20-2013, 05:45 PM
A child of winter, Eos had never been particularly bothered by the cold; it?s biting jaws clutching desperately onto all saunters of life, homicidal palms strangling weakened flora and fauna alike. Some struggled beneath its grasp, allowing their bodies to be dragged down into a never-ending decline of poverty. But the agile lady enjoyed its eternal challenges, snow and chill brought forth so many fresh and novel opportunities for the body and mind; the youths endless craving for mental and physical challenges enough to persuade her onwards, indomitable and ruthless. She had found welcomed solitude beneath the sparse fingers of a pine, haunches resting upon the snow-dusted plane as she allowed her body the momentary rest from training it so yearned. Though as seemed to be habitual, seclusion wouldn?t last; nostrils quivering as the invasive scent of another clawed her senses.
