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- Ice Queen
(Story by: #425334)
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Once upon a time, in the vast planes of Ancient Rome, there was a pride of lions. The pride were a beautiful golden color and were very close to the color of happiness. But one winter day, something very unexpected happened. A lioness was born - and she was completely different from the others.
The lioness had a pelt that was almost white, and her eyes sparkled incandescently in the Rome sun. She had a beautiful mane of black fur, but the most striking thing about her was the blue spots that numbered hundreds and covered her body.
The other members of the pride instantly rejected her, calling her 'Gheaţă' because of her strange color. She was so different from them and they were unable to accept her. The lioness endured many cruel taunts and cruel treatment and she resigned herself to the fact that she was likely to be left out for the rest of her life.
But she was determined not to be completely lost. Eventually, she ventured off into the world alone, determined to make her own future and live in spite of the ridicule of the other lions.
Years passed, and soon the lioness was known by nomads and hunters across the land as the 'Ice Queen'. She had become strong, independent, and powerful. She ruled her own territory and no other lion dared to enter it - not even the members of her own pride.
The lioness lived her life alone and made her own territory, living free and unmolested. She wore her unusual coloring as a badge of pride, never forgetting where she came from or the sadness of being rejected by her family. With the passing of each year, she grew ever more powerful and respected - a shining example of the strength and power of nature.
The Lioness who was known as the Ice Queen startled as a crinkling of frost fell from the beaks of the snow-white birds in the Roman forest. Her long, white-tipped mane rustled against her tawny fur as she slowly stepped through the trees, her eldritch eyes shifting left and right warily. Suddenly, a chill permeated the air around her and when she turned, she witnessed a figure cloaked in snow-white robes and long, icy-white hair. The figure gently raised her hands outward, palms facing upward, and the Lioness felt a pang of recognition stir within her. She knew, somehow, that standing before her was the ephemeral Goddess of Winter and Icy Hands.
The Lioness bowed low, inhaling sharply at the chill that emanated from the Goddess. Her eyes blazed to life as her heart raced with trepidation. The Goddess merely smiled, a hint of amusement crinkling the corners of her mouth. She offered no menace; rather a cherished warmth beamed from her eyes and a sense of ease spread through the Lioness' body.
The Goddess spoke, her voice a low, melodic whisper, 'Hello, Ice Queen. I've been watching you for many years, and I know that you've grown ever more powerful. I'm here to give you a blessing that should serve you well in all things journeys, personal and spiritual.'
The Lioness quivered as the Goddess lifted her hands and bathed the lioness in a gentle, icy aura. Everywhere the light touched, the Lioness felt her strength and courage swell, and she was moved to tears with the blessing the Goddess had bestowed upon her.
The Ice Queen, now empowered to accomplish the challenging tasks ahead, bowed her head respectfully, her heart full with admiration and awe. With a satisfied smile, the Goddess of Winter and Icy Hands vanished into the wintery dawn, leaving the Lioness feeling more alive than ever before.
For the first time in her life, she was truly inspired to go forth and conquer her fears, reveling in the glow of her newfound power beyond the confines of the Roman forests.
Ísdrottning grumbles a hello from between her paws, very busy sunbathing laid back with her legs wide open.
Upon seeing you, resting Ísdrottning mumbles something and stretches her paws, showing you her pawpads and acting all cute so you wouldn't mind her sleeping in 5 more minutes.
Dry Ice
Gheaţă'Uscata (Eldritch'Paw)
The Ice Diamond
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