The Fire Queen stares at her own reflection in the water, yes that is my birthright, I am the one who will bring fire and fury to the lands of Moladion, and sooner or later they will realize it. My coat of fire stands out amongst the white of snow and other light colours of winter, I am a flame licking at your doorstep, ready to burn you into ruins and old memories, burning like a funeral pyre of honor, but this fire can also save you. I decide what my flames are to be used for, in my own judgement of Moladion, whatever that judgement may form into, the Queen of Fire is here to rule, and even if it kills me, I will make them all see. They will see who I am, all of me.

I will confront them, the flames will be dancing all around me and come from within, they will see what they have done wrong, and I will be both loved and hated, but walking away was never an option for me. I am the fire that burns and that saves, and it's up to what I see in you which one that may be. For now though I merely am wandering, wanting nothing more than to live my last year of youth as I wish. I have one more year before I am a full adult and have to carry out my duties, for now I am a free three year old with an itch in my paws.

My mind calms and quiets as I drink from the water before me, serenity and silence are two of the most calming things. These lands call to me in a way my home land never had, it draws my soul into traveling more than I ever had, making me feel free of any limitations, and it's the feeling of being truly alive that I'm falling in love with. Freedom without being bound by parents of nobility, parents who may as well hate me, as they very well should. I am not what they wanted me to be.

Muscles ripple beneath my coat of fire as I move on my way once again, my paws falling fast and light on the pristine white snow. I must map out these new lands that call to me, learn everything there is to know about them. I hear a chorus of howls in the distance, my ears twisting towards the sound of what I imagine to be a pack. My coat of cinnamon, sienna and auburn would surely stand out amongst all this white, there is no way in hell that anyone wouldn't notice me. You'd have to be blind to miss my presence here, and as I pick up the pace my toned muscles set to work. Gradually the snow thickens under my paws, and I carefully ease up my pace, stopping at a rather large tree. I can hear the water close by, and after scouting the area for a possible den site, I take my fill of the cold water once again, my gaze falling on my reflection, and just how much I really looked like fire and flames.