Beautiful woman, deadly nightshade

Barely discernible from the ice flow, the Amarix princess slept the best she could on her...extended journey. Her pelt shimmered like the snow on the ice, and the creaking of its melting began to stir the new queen. Her home had been destroyed by fire through its timberline, driving every bit of prey out and scattering resources to the wind in the form of ash. Her parents fell to the flames, many members of their dynasty had. Lurid was all that was left save for a few brave souls who waited on their new queen to send word that she had found them a home. Holographic eyes seem to flash white as their pale lavender depths took on the horizon, widening as she reveled in its beauty. The leucistic demon spied smoke in the distance and wondered if she had been caught in riptide after all. Noticing the grim sign stemmed from one singular point and not the breadth of the skyline, Lurid smirked to her self and stood to her full monstrous height. White and ash brindled fur bristled excitedly as she was brought to the shore on her makeshift boat, the ice flow crashing rather unceremoniously into the glacial shores of the Borean North. Hopping from the flow with a grace rivaled by few, the ghost moved up the icy banks using her claws as grips to ensure she did not do something as unflattering as fall. There could be others watching, lurking just out of sight, even through hell she would not let another see her falter. Weeks at sea had thinned her body some, taking the extra fat from her bones and ensuring she felt the awful chill of this new land fully. Her coat was damp from seawater and not the best protection from the cold, but as she rose onto the plain before her, Lurid could barely see the outline of what looked to be a gathering of rocks.

It was a slow process, despite the warmer climate of this new place, Lurid's dampness simply ensured she felt as though she were already home. The wind bit at her face and eyes, and she could taste the bitter ash on her tongue that suggested this place had been met with disaster as well. Perhaps the disaster here was the reason her own home had caught fire, could one blame a geological force for such things? Lurid shook the snow from her head and pressed on, coming up on the looming structure that had been almost entirely encased in ice. Circling around the building would see those holographic white lavender eyes land on a crack in the ice that was big enough for her massive frame to squeeze into. The inside of the structure was breathless, no air moved, but the ice encasing the outside did occasionally moan as the wind swept over its surface like a familiar lover. This would be a reasonable place to stop and get a bit of rest as she dried off, her recent fear of fire was one that would have to be conquered another day. Instead, she settled for taking the dampening saltwater out of her precious pelt and return it to its original luster. Salt was no good for fur as soft as Lurid's, it always made it appear frizzy or wiry. Should an unexpected guest walk in while she cleaned herself, she did not want to be caught just starting the process. Hurriedly, the albino minx fluffed up her coat, once she finally finished that task, she curled up on the wooden altar that had gathered a rather strange array of fallen logs about it. The squeaking of rats could be heard. and hunger won over dignity, rising she hunted a few of the rodents down and ate them. It was good to be back on land, though the rats were only snacks compared to the meal she actually needed. 

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- will post stats once spar / dominance match begins - maybe keep things in the beginner range!