These secrets I’ll bring to you ,Are of thorns and ice.(open)

Wind whipped around snow, causing it to swirl, almost magically a child would say, around a petite figure. It was dark out, and the moon made the snow glow stunningly. It would be freezing, the powdered snow, that seemed so soft, was so chilling( the type of chill that would cause goose bumps to erode from your arms, and the hair on the back of your neck to rise, causing your face to turn red and white mist to seep out of your mouth from every breathe you took). It was late at night, and it seemed up here, the only stars that shined were on the ground. No one with a life would come up here, this late, alone. But this figure had not have a life, in fact she was very much dead. The snow had not chilled her, yet it all seemed rather tranquil, as if time had stopped. Just from afar, the figure with the snow dancing around her, the only thing from afar that was oddly noticeable was the two crimson orbs that seemed to stare unblinkingly to the sky.

This had been Payne Ookami, rogue shinigami. Her achromatic hair brushed past her face, as if she was a yuki-onna(snow woman) her very hair matched the snow,she stared up towards the black sky. Like a dark hole sucking her crimson eyes up, taking her very attention away from her surroundings. The snow went up to her knee’s, and she seemed not to care. As her crimson scarf( the same color as her eyes i might add) fluttered past her, as if it was a red angel wing, fluttering in the wind. She continued her tred, her scarlet eyes shifting from the sky to the starch ground.

What had this woman been doing here? Well not even she knew. Perhaps it was for the solitude, perhaps it was for sleep? The cold hadn’t really affected her, her palms had still lay on both of her blades. Her cropped shinigami uniform, had been altered to fit her body. It was short, almost dress like, so her tails could flow out freely. That is right; tails. She had wolf tails, five to seven of them. To match with the tails she had wolf fangs, and ears, that gave most of her height.(She was over all a short girl at five four.) Her hair seemed all too long, almost as long as her tails, but barely not. She Paused and her ears twitched her eyes narrowing.

She had sensed something, something coming in her direction. She paused, the wind blew the snow to covering up her tracks. She gripped the hilt of her blade tightly, as she prepared herself, nothing happened, yet she stood there, like a statue carved out of pure ivory, with rubbies to stain her scarf and eyes.