The pure white boy continues moving in the snow, his trailing out behind him. He was aware of his surroundings, more so than most because of his brush with death when he wasn’t even a year old yet. He didn’t like water or Ice much; snow though, was right up his ally because he blended in so perfectly with his surroundings. He was aware as such that something, or someone, was barreling towards him. He didn’t know who or what but he could only hope that it was Noel who perhaps had been out looking for him too. He could smell the scent of iron that was blood and knew then it was not his Glorall Prince that he had been seeking. He turned to see some crazy blood covered black GIRL coming his way. She leapt forward he could feel her getting ready to pin him. ”NO NO NO! He thought madly leaping away, thanking the heavens for his overly fluffy form making him seem larger than he was. He looked like a large fluffy puff ball darting away his long legs carrying him.

He was using what his parents gave him, he had a deep chest and long legs, and thankfully he wasn’t going to grow to be the biggest boy ever so his paws were not overly large and awkward like his brothers were. He was so light that he could almost travel on top of the hard snows, running as fast as he could away from the insane girl. He didn’t look back just ran faster towards the border of Spirane. He hoped that she wasn’t from there, hoped that those who lived there were not as crazy as this girl. What if she was though? What if Noel wasn’t even there? Then he would be stranded and no one could help him! Maybe his guardian angel would come back for him? Help him and get this girl away!

Istas was in very firm beliefs now that all girls were utterly and truly insane and evil. They tried to hurt him, make fun of him thought they were better! And now they were trying to kill him for knowing their secrets!! Crazy! All of them Crazy! He was done with them all! He ran as fast as he could looking like a moving pile of snow as he did so, no one was faster than him not so long as they were his size. He was nothing but built purely for speed, no muscle no strength but perhaps that was all he needed. The white curly furred boy wasn’t a fighter or a healer but be damned if anyone could catch him!

He was good at what he did and that was run away like a coward. It was certainly paying off now.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why