| Subject: *Starstruck* |
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Polaris
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Date Posted: 19:17:55 09/14/02 Sat
THe air is filled with a cold. Not a pircing cold, like a piece of ice on your back, nor a rough, hard cold, like an icy blast of wind. no, this cold is pure, seeming to crystilize oyur very breath. Then, with a little accompanying breeze, a small, pure white fox enters. Her eyes are ice blue, her nose a light grey, barely darker than her white coat. Her fur has strange little fringes at the end, crytal-looking like snowflakes. But perhaps the most amazing thing about her is the long, narrow crystal running from the top of her forehead to her long muzzle blue to match her icy eyes. She looks across the land, and the cold that seemed to freeze everything wavers slightly. Though it remains, as she glides from her vantage point, it is not as piercing. The vixen sits, her long tail twitching, her blue eyes searching the land, sweeping over it with quiet awe as she sees the many amazing creatures across it. She still gazes across, wanting to speak, to meet the creatures that milled throughout this wild land that she had so fortunately come upon.
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