Thread: Winter's Kiss (Ursus Peregrinus & Candy_demon21)

The way he described his life, if it could even be called that, sounded much like immortality. Did not age, did not die and sometime forgot to breath, to her, that sounded as if he was immortal. You speak as if it is a curse, a blight on your life. Yes you call this a half life, but yet you are free of death's tough? Never fearing illness, nor death. I do not envy you for what you are, or how you got this way Highness, but I envy you for the fact you can not be touched by death. To be immune from death's cold touch, it was a lovely thought. She began to mindless stroke her finger over the smooth surface of the locket. With her constant playing with it, she may rub the thing smooth. Some company you-but then there was a sudden movement that made her draw back in fear. He stepped closer to her, and she froze, as if the earth itself rooted her to the ground. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes, something she didn't quite understand. He demanded her mother's name, why suddenly did it matter to him so much? She had already told him that she had no children and no one man to call him her own, yet all of a sudden, he was interested in her mother, but then he said something that chilled her to her bones. He knew of her mother, but this did not surprise her, but...the way he said what he had, it frightened her. In what felt like a bitter gust of wind, the prince was upon her, the locket clasped in his hand. Even with his hand wrapped in leather, she could feel the cold brush of his skin. What had made him so cold? What terrible thing? How do you know my mother's name? Sought her out? I-I don't understand, w- there was something she was missing. something that was just out of reach. This had been in the box that was hidden beneath the floor boards, there were other things, other things that she had not looked at. And then, in that moment, she took in a sharp breath, Fa-father? But he did not betray any further secrets, he turned from her , waving his fingers, expecting her to follow, like a dog. With a grow she chased after him, What do you know of my mother? You simply can not just speak knowledge of my mother and then turn your back from me as if the conversation never happened. He began talking of showing her his home, but she could honestly care less, she wanted to know about her mother, about who she was and where she had come from. She, by no means, was surprised that her pleas fell on deaf ears. Stepping into a frozen garden, Odette herself froze mid step. It was beautiful, but yet, dark. There were human figurines scattered about, mostly men, perfectly shaped, carved, almost too perfect. Stepping forward towards one, Odette eyed it quizzically, inspecting it. There were no marks that indicated that they were made, and then something made her think something, W-Were these the people that have never returned? Were these p-people at one point Highnes? But he was walking still, even as she asked her question. From above her, a raven cawed at her, perhaps warning her to run, but the wolves at the gate barred any chance of running. So lost in her own thoughts, that when his voice bounced over the walls and came booming back to her, she jumped. Looking back towards the frozen people, she shuttered. They had been people at first, they had all been people, and he had killed them, frozen them in ice and decorated his garden with him. With a frightened little yelp, she rushed to his side, gaze down cast. Beneath her own emerald orbs, her mind raced at the speed of light. He was old enough to be her father, it would also explained why her mother never wanted her to speak about the prince or her father, he might have done something to hurt her in the end, something that had caused him to become what he was. She had so many questions, but thus far, the prince almost seemed reluctant to answer. tag