queen of the snowfall

Powerful pillars of a pallid hue take long, efficient strides across the terra, where the snow is almost completely melted and the air is hot. The thick pelt of the giantess is leaving her at a disadvantage, and she does not enjoy it. Raspberry toned pools find a cavern in the distance, and the huntress picks up the pace. Large paws strike the terrain with unearthly grace and silence, while her long tail sweeps across her tall heels with each step. Her chest is tight with unshed tears, but she holds them in, keeping her poise until she can be out of sight. The shadows at the mouth beckon, coax her inside where she can be on her own and let her emotions roil as they desire. Darkness envelops the snow queen, and she drops her crown between her powerful shoulders. Muscles begin to quake and shudder as the full enormity of it all begins to crash down on her. He'd left, he was gone now. Shrouded in darkness, the enormous lady gave into her emotions and collapsed in a heap in the corner of the cavern.

Tears welled up in her pale crimson optics, and her breath hitched in her throat. Rosen flanks would heave with sorrow as she began to cry, unable to handle her situation silently anymore. She had hidden away in the Glaciem lands for the sake of wishing to escape, and he had disappeared. Ubivat, the one man who had seemed to love her for who she was, had simply gotten up and abandoned her. Pink nose buried between giant paws as she laid her cranium on the cool stone floor and wept for her loss. For a few weeks she had believed he would return, but now she knew for sure he was gone. He asked me to be his mate, and then he just... left. Is it my fault? Was I being selfish by hiding away in Glaciem? What have I done? She asked herself quietly, sorrowfully, within the confines of her own head. She spent gods knew how long laying there, curled up on the floor, simply crying until there were no tears left.

Standing on shaky legs, the giantess began to walk further into the caverns, quiet now as she mulled over what to do now. She began to harden a little, looking around at the walls of the cave. There were little markings upon the stone, they looked vaguely like wolves, some like elk, caribou, moose. Others were two legged, with spears. It was strange, but undoubtedly interesting. Occasionally she would stop, sanguine orbs examining a large mosaic or a strangely painted scene, before continuing on. Her gaze was distant now, looking at the drawings but not seeing them, instead her mind whirled to recover from the blow to her heart. Normally she would not have been so affected by this, but she had become so close to Ubivat, they had such a wonderful relationship.

Tall audits would flicker as the sounds of movement caught her attention, and the great dame would slowly turn to face whomever was following her. A curious gaze would fall upon their features, tear swollen eyes watching them for a moment without speaking. "Good day, stranger." Soft lyrics would greet, vocals like the falling of snowflakes onto powdery drifts. She regained her usual poise, calm and assured as she stood before the stranger. "What brings you here?" She would inquire gently, long plume giving an absent flick at her hocks.




"Speech"

Breathing in the snowflakes.