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(music ^^^^)

Growing up in a world of snow and ice where you faced death everyday should have frozen my heart, but it had not. My sisters had lost themselves to the cold and killing, becoming cold, ruthless monsters in their own way. I had always been different, smaller than them and I had retained my emotions; a taboo in our mother's eyes. I felt sympathy for those I killed, even when I shouldn't have felt sympathy for the wolf who's life drained away at my fangs. It never interfered with my task, but it still changed me. I had this desire to feel, to feel emotions that the tundra saw as weakness and wanted to wipe out. Maybe that was why I was the only one that saw our mother's betrayal and corruption. Maybe that was why it was so easy to leave and so easy to adjust to life in Moladion.

Love was a foreign emotion to me, in fact i'm convinced i'm incapable of feeling the emotion that had been stolen from me. Growing up, the mother showed us no love; it toughened us pups up quicker. I have never felt it before, only seen it; I would watch the mother's and mates in other packs, even the ice bears showed love and affection to their cubs. Now in Moladion, love was all over the place, it baffled me really. I didn't understand the feeling, since I had never felt it before. This imprint thing, it was not love, but it was different. I didn't know the male, but I felt an attachment to him, in some way. I wanted to know more about this feeling and about this male.

I had made sure to clean all the blood from my pelt not long after leaving the clearing. I was used to being coated in the thick, crimson substance, but I never felt comfortable in it. While my sisters would parade around with the blood on them, I could not wait to get the sticky substance off of my snowy pelt. The iron stench and red color drew in predators and scavengers, something bad for an assassin. That, and I really just did not like it, it was not some type of trophy, it was the lifeline of a life I had taken. Whether it be needed to survive or for a job, I preferred my pelt to stay as white as snow.

I watch him stop, his blue eyes staring back at me. He is a stranger, yet I feel like I know him because of this imprint bond. With any other stranger, I would be more hesitant, but I sense that he will harm me in no way, making me feel calm and at ease. "I'm Eric. What's your name?" he says, and I feel relieved in a way that he won't turn and run like before. I smile, the friendly smile that few have seen for I have few friends in Moladion. "Her name is Ailith. She is happy to meet Eric," I say, my voice smooth as silk with the hint of Inuktitut accent. I bow my head in greeting, before risking a step closer. My mind told me to stay but, but my body wanted to be nearer. My icy gaze seemed to sparkle in the moonlight as I could not help but stare at Eric, the soft smile never leaving my lips.

(she speaks in third person, expect in her native tongue ^_^ I always say this just in-case I confuse anyone)

8 years | loveless | tied to Eric | Spirane | ♥