Machines do not dream.

N/A · 12-04-2013, 07:21 PM

Aphrodite weaved her way delicately through the tips of the trees emerging from the frozen wasteland, placing every paw with the utmost care. It would not do to disgrace herself by falling all over the place. Aphrodite was filled with a contemptuous pride, and she would rather gouge out her own eye than humiliate herself. Whether she was on her own or in the presence of others, Aphrodite retained her above-it-all attitude, her pride, her vanity. The young girl looked to the side, eyeing her twin sister, Persephone. While Aphrodite was enjoying the views of the moonlit, frozen forest, it was obvious that Persephone far from reveling in the natural beauty of the land.

Aphrodite rolled her bi-colored orbs at Persephone's whining. "I'm far from bored, dear sister. Perhaps you should look around; there is much beauty to be seen here." Turning around, Aphrodite bounded off of the ice and into the snowy drift next to the submerged forest. The ebony mistress was speckled with snow, her thick underpelt keeping her toasty warm despite the frigid temperature.

The girl shook her pelt, showering the already coated ground with more flakes of snow. Aphrodite craned her head back, nose perpendicular to the sky. Silver and lilac irises gazed at the moon, her one silver eye reflecting the moonlight much more than her purple one. "Come on, Persephone! I'm hungry; let's hunt."

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