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[Ataxia Delacour]

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Ataxia Delacour ooc - (: croll;">Ataxia had a bad habit of letting her conscious train of thought consume her. Perched upon the cold and hard rock, her bicolored gaze was fixated in a daze out over the misty shore. She simply couldn't help but think about her childhood winters. The family had been so tight knit, almost like a cult to be quite honest. All of them were consumed with the rampant paranoia about this 'infection'. She'd obviously come to see now, that it was no curse. She quite enjoyed the ability of this.. 'shifting'. Sure the first year had been... hell but, as of late she was finding she quite preferred this queer ability. Her content submergence into her thoughts was abrubltly ended as a foul smell engulfed her keen senses. Snapped back to reality and the present moment at hand, she found her gaze now beholding another werewolf, which seemed to be the source of the odor. She looked at him with obvious curiosity, her attention fixated upon the burning thing in his grasp. Slender nose wrinkling up slightly, she finally turned her gaze upon him.. this, 'Jack Frost'. Blinking rapidly, she cleared her throat somewhat awkwardly. "Ataxia Delacour, an.. what is that.. thing?" she exaggeratively enunciated, gaze flicking back to the cigarette. She'd been a stranger to this world until recent - lord she hated feeling like a fool. It seemed to be happening all the more often in this oddly modernized place.

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