Queen For Eternity.

The girl hated herself for it, for leaving the lands of Alacritis all too soon. And, without any word from herself, as well. She had the throne in her hands, but let it all fall apart once she had disappeared. Sinister was nowhere to be seen, and she blamed only herself for that. She had left without any notice, because she was.. Afraid of such almighty power? No. She had craved it- all of it's glory, ever since she came out of the womb. But, maybe she just wasn't.. ready. But, now the ivory sadist had matured farther into her life, and she was definitely ready.

The call of power and glory clung itself to her very being as the girl moved out to the Kennocha Lake, the face of the crystal water already frozen by now from the frigid falling temperatures of the North.

Though, Anzhelika had always liked the bone chilling aura that the tundra gave off. In the North, it was a matter of life or death to survive, you couldn't just drag your ass into the snow and expect to wake up with a platter of warm breakfast at your side.

The Ivory Queen would thrive in her ivory throne, the Northern tundra. By now, she was far more than ready, eager to grip the crown with all of her being.

The pale woman would sink to her haunches, tucking her docked tail next to her. She was ready to lead the high throne.

But who was ready to rule by her side?