Time was a strange thing. It was wearing on me slowly, like I am to be etched away until I fade. I have seen fourteen winters. Many die well before then, but I do not Heyel lived many more years. The change in my form is only slight- nothing that anyone else could notice as of yet, but I know it is coming. I am a goddess, and I am only here to experience and dominate this world for so long before I return to where I belong. Question is, how long?

Well, that is what my children are for. Their purpose is to continue on. They are of me. They are pieces of my eternity. They are above all, and forever as long as they continue our line. I tell them nothing of their fathers, and they know only that they are of me. That is the way things are, and where my thoughts linger as my dark form pulls itself away from the shadows of the trees that line closer to the border of Glorall.

The sun no longer shows itself. The horizon had darkened, and my eyes of copper and blue flecks reflected the subtle light of the winter moon. It had snowed earlier in the day, and the clouds only cleared completely within the sunset, only perhaps a few showing far off in the distance in the vast ocean.

I move with grace that does not need to be spoken, but instead seen. My paws crush snow, and I give no hesitation as I flow towards that of the ocean beach. It is quite cold on this eve, and the snow remains as I travel between dunes. I am like a cursed shadow, weaving with skill through the lands that my son has claimed. I am a spectre that only seems to show herself in the glow of a full moon.

I come to where I can see the crashing of waves against the sand. No snow is to be seen where the ocean touches. It consumes the snow, the ocean does. It is a thing I perhaps, in my quite mind, respect. The ocean will swallow you whole and give no forgiveness. I come to sit, still quite far and safe from the water, as I contemplate the creatures I have seen living in the depths. They are so strange and foreign, and I have had much time to examine and watch what I could in my years here. Do they get to explore and dominate the vastness of water? My copper eyes narrow as I stare daggers at it. Perhaps I will forms myself into a creature of the depths- one day.