winter's child

[Bris Stormbringer]

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Oh, the winds are burning – ooc. Let zee lessons begin!! 8D Leaving me without a name – ic. The willowy girl was in her element. It was rare for a Stormbringer not to stick out like a sore thumb in the dead of winter, their typically dark shades of fur doing little to camouflage them against the background of pristine white snow. It was perhaps the one advantage to Bris' singular pelt among them: she could move like a ghost through the whitest of winters. Though there had been a small amount of left over snow on the ground when she was very young, this would be the girl's very first full winter, and so far it delighted her. She had been told of how the beauty of winter's bleakness could turn in an instant to harsh and deadly blizzards, starvation, and escalated conflict as packs fought to survive, but those prospects were far from her mind for the time being. The snow had fallen for much of the previous day and all of the night, stopping just before false dawn. Now, the light of the midmorning sun reflected blindingly off the shining surface of the whitened earth, causing the young Stormbringer to squint her mismatched eyes as she wandered through the woods just beyond the outskirts of Dahlia de Mai. Bris had spent the night in Flander's Field, an unusual undertaking for the Dahlian who could usually be found sharing her older sister's treehouse. There was just something about the ancient human cemetery that fascinated the girl, however, and the fact that it had snowed throughout the night hadn't bothered her in the slightest. She highly doubted anyone would have realized her pressence even had they stood within a few feet of her. As long as she could keep still, the snow was her steadfast friend in its ability to shield the young Stormbringer from prying eyes. Bris wasn't even certain what had drawn her south of the Dahlian border as the sun had risen. The leather pack that Kol had given her was strung over her shoulder, its soft weight resting comfortably against her left hip. Two books were packed safely within, along with a bit of rabbit meat Kol had dried to be used as a snack for either of them on their daily outings. Though Bris wandered the tiny neutral area of Overgrowth Sunrise in her heavier optime form, her large pawpads still prevented her from sinking too far into the hard-packed snow. It had been three months since her very first change, and the young girl found herself switching between her three forms fairly often, wanting to eventually have the sort of ease and control her brother and sister displayed in their own shifts. A soft tune was hummed upon her lips as she slowly made her way through the sunlit woods, taking pleasure in having nowhere to be for the time being. She knew that the war on the horizon would consume the lives of herself and her new pack, so for the moment she merely lost herself in the peace that a quiet winter's day could bring. Table by me!

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