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Every night, as she closes her eyes, Winter dreams of the bitter cold that drove her to these lands. When she was just a cub, she was found abandoned in a cave, half frozen, and suffering from severe illness. If not for the healers, she would have perished.
Her near death experience was a blessing… and a curse. When she awoke from her catatonic stupor, she discovered that she possessed a rare sort of magic, the magic of the half living. Her very existence was in a sort of limbo, she teetered between life and death. Ice flowed through her veins alongside the blood, rendering her permanently cold, never to enjoy the warmth of the sun again.
She can’t be in the heat for too long, otherwise the ice that encases her heart will melt, shattering the fragile balance she clings too, and killing her. The healers who enchanted the ice did so to preserve her failing organs, keeping them intact. Because of the cold, she almost died, but without the cold, she will die.
Her balance between life and death prevented her from aging further when she reached adulthood, keeping her frozen and suspended in time. With an immortal life comes eternal responsibilities, to her people… and to herself.
One of the downsides of being immortal is the loneliness of it all, never truly having someone who understands you. When she was younger, she had dreamed of someday being a mother. Because of her immortality, that dream was forever gone. A new dream soon took it’s place. If she couldn’t be a mother, she would ensure that others could. She founded an adoption den for wayward orphans, healing them when needed, and loving them all with everything she had in her.
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