Reyftzhehendren
(#35428020)
the Newly Ascended Queen
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.47 m
Wingspan
4.5 m
Weight
624.14 kg
Genetics
Orca
Falcon
Falcon
Black
Safari
Safari
Silver
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Skydancer
EXP: 1972 / 8380
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Biography
Reyftzhehendren
Welcome to Frosthollow...
The blizzards reverberate through the Cloudscape Crags, a mournful, melancholy tune. The flutes have fallen silent to feature an orchestra of thunderous tones and high, whistling winds that play in foreboding contrast. Here, even a blazing hearth fails to chase out the cold. Even still, the queendom of Frosthollow survives. However, the fragility of its monarchs prove that nothing is eternal, save for the mountains, the snow, and the frigid souls of the frozen that haunt the castle’s halls.
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Alpine, vulpine
Taiga’s queen
Lady’s bones frosted
By morrow’s gleam
And tears from sinner’s
Wretched cries
To unforgiving
Marble eyes
Mercy, frailty
Both akin
Among shattered musings
Of what might have been
Silver forests
Where mists coalesce
And somber spirits
Are laid to rest
The ascension approaches
And queen’s somber throne
Is crowned to the symphony
Of death bell’s tone
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Welcome to Frosthollow...
The blizzards reverberate through the Cloudscape Crags, a mournful, melancholy tune. The flutes have fallen silent to feature an orchestra of thunderous tones and high, whistling winds that play in foreboding contrast. Here, even a blazing hearth fails to chase out the cold. Even still, the queendom of Frosthollow survives. However, the fragility of its monarchs prove that nothing is eternal, save for the mountains, the snow, and the frigid souls of the frozen that haunt the castle’s halls.
╭━━━━━━━━━━━━╮
Alpine, vulpine
Taiga’s queen
Lady’s bones frosted
By morrow’s gleam
And tears from sinner’s
Wretched cries
To unforgiving
Marble eyes
Mercy, frailty
Both akin
Among shattered musings
Of what might have been
Silver forests
Where mists coalesce
And somber spirits
Are laid to rest
The ascension approaches
And queen’s somber throne
Is crowned to the symphony
Of death bell’s tone
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Bio and poetry by @RingsofSaturn
January's Ghosts
A poem by RingsofSaturn
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i.
December
is cruel.
For when death comes shrouded
as the first winds of winter
the world withers
with a macabre eagerness.
For their wills
are emblazoned by the flames
in their hearths and in their hearts.
Their kindling
will not keep the frost
from their bones.
ii.
But January
is merciless.
This is where
The real monster lies.
Feel its brutality
in the impossibly bold holly buds
that dare to bloom,
crimson
against this dead and barren forest.
A small reprieve
granted by some forgiving god
in the form of a kindred little survivor,
a testament to resilience.
A prayer is raised
in thanks for the sustenance
(these prayers will surely be needed soon).
Mourn with me, now,
as those who doubted its cruelty
succumb for their transgressions.
These seemingly simple gifts
are teeming with poison, another taunt
of our malicious mother nature.
How dare they believe
that there is mercy
in the cold?
January is no longer so achromatic
as new drops of crimson
dot the snowbanks
in which ancient trees claw their roots.
Winter’s wicked citadel
is silenced once more
save for the hymns
its ghosts sing through the boughs,
And the mourning cry
Of abysmal ravens overhead.
iii.
It is only a short while
Until February's mercy.
Gracious February,
when the rage of undying ice
begins to yield
and color is nearly ready to burst
in betrayal of winter white oblivion.
The first crocuses blossom
and reignite buried hopes,
reminding all that the hills and hearts
may soon still thaw.
But they are martyred
by final frost
lest we forget
that winter does not forgive.
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Ryft
Monarch // House Noctilucent
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Day and night, she reigns. At least, she assumes she does. With all of the lies she’s told and dragons she’s crushed to get to the top, where she is now, there’s no telling how many enemies she’s made. They probably number well into double-digits. Maybe even triple by now. She has assembled a court, a loyal, steadfast court, whom she has no doubt would die for her without a second word. Alas, they are expendable. And what’s a Queen without her Consort, anyway? She needs the perfect Ice dragon to rule by her side, to spend her days with her.
Yes, Karg and Ryft share the same blood, and live many lives apart, but there is one thing other than blood that they share: hopelessness. Their white-blue eyes that once shone with hope now simmer with despair. And they are both drowning in it.
By: JasperQuartz
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Hunger Games Nicknames
-Long Winter's Night
-Fade to Black
-Goddess of Murder
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Monarch // House Noctilucent
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Day and night, she reigns. At least, she assumes she does. With all of the lies she’s told and dragons she’s crushed to get to the top, where she is now, there’s no telling how many enemies she’s made. They probably number well into double-digits. Maybe even triple by now. She has assembled a court, a loyal, steadfast court, whom she has no doubt would die for her without a second word. Alas, they are expendable. And what’s a Queen without her Consort, anyway? She needs the perfect Ice dragon to rule by her side, to spend her days with her.
Yes, Karg and Ryft share the same blood, and live many lives apart, but there is one thing other than blood that they share: hopelessness. Their white-blue eyes that once shone with hope now simmer with despair. And they are both drowning in it.
By: JasperQuartz
╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯
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Hunger Games Nicknames
-Long Winter's Night
-Fade to Black
-Goddess of Murder
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