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Sickly afternoon sunlight trickled through the skeletal remains of the forest; the layers of pillowy snow that had fallen the night prior had hardened. Ivan's boots made satisfying crunching sounds as he trudged, thick arms laden with provisions from the nearest general store. Wispy strands of his hair flicked across his vision, and occasionally the ends of his long beige scarf would whip around and slap at his face as if in admonishment. This wind did not sing through the trees' naked branches; this wind was only perceptible to the easily-tossed. This wind was lying in wait, knowing a force stronger than it was due. Ivan attempted to hum a

Name (last, first): Kelly, Shane Michael. Nickname(s): [ haven't thought of any yet. ] Age: Unknown; age presentation is early twenties. Species: Anthropomorphic nation. Gender: Male. Sexual Orientation: Undecided; has only recently become comfortable with the idea of same-sex relations (not to say that he hasn't participated in the past, but he certainly wasn't willing to admit it). Birthday: 18 April. Life Story: Let's try to keep this relatively short. A child of the ancient Hibernia and acolyte of the man called Patrick, Shane's first century was relatively lacking in the tumult to which developing nations are usually privy. Howev

Build me a bridge, Father Winter I seek verdant shores. Shrouded in your rimy cloak for long enough That frosty blue and foggy grey are all I've known I have lost the ability to flex bitten fingers The ability to utter more than a croak of acquiescence Yes, Winter. I am yours. Safe within the raiment of this hibernal embrace I think myself found. I stare into the ice of a frozen lake but I do not see myself reflected there For a thing cannot see its own reflection in that which is itself. But lo, did you not see that light--! Rheumy eyes attempt to focus Rimy hands attempt to reach... What has dared to invade my winter abode