Testing for Lorelei. 
WALCOME 
Lorelei snarled in a very un-princesslike manner as she righted the sparkling tiara on her head. The important piece of jewelry rested in between her ears, and as she trudged through residual snow, it would come loose and tilt. Her long caramel colored hair brushed against the small of her back and was getting tangled, ever so tauntingly slowly.
After the tiara was straightened, and her loose hair put into a braid, Lorelei took a sip of her precious brew. The coffee was delicious, burning hot and darkly bitter. A wonderful match to the drinker's personality. Gripping the strap of her over-the-shoulder bag, the coywolf's ears twitched and her eyes scanned around her. Being alone was usually treasured for her, but not at that moment.
She lost her sister during the storm, and so while she wanted to paint the snow, she had nothing to paint with. She had plenty of inks, and her own blood, but there were no lobsters around. Giza's blood was lovely, but when it came to snow, it had to be lobsters. Their blood was blue, after all. A vibrant, beautiful blue. Perfect for snow.
Losing her sister had absolutely nothing to do with that, but Lorelei was angry and Giza was a target. The two had deluded themselves into believing that Lore cared about and loved her sister, but that was a lie. Giza was a lover and a source for her paints. That was all. Something warm to bed with in the freezing German and now Canadian winter nights.
It was rather ludicrous to assume that her sister was anything but, but they had. Lorelei really only cared about their mother. Their beautiful mother. If Lorelei was a princess, then surely her mother was a queen. She had to be. In order to have a princess, you had to be a queen. Besides, how could a woman so beautiful not be a queen? Preposterous.
That damn tiara. It fell with a dainty thud into the snow. Lorelei growled and shoved it into her bag, more careful of her coffee bean than anything. Sipping her brew, she gazed around the trees as if they were going to get her. They probably would, the stupid dicks.
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