Topic: Frozen

Inkeri · Date: 2009-10-21 22:47 EST

Cold as Ice. Heart in a casket of frost and steel. It was the way to survive. Never again would they be let in. Her body was the offering, her heart a sacrifice.

Never would she be their martyr once more. Her fingers curled tightly to the spear that she held, those northern light eyes became winter.

Inkeri had shattered once before like she was so many shards of broken glass. It had taken years for her to piece herself back together.

They would take. Take and take. Take as they wanted of her and she would give it while more and more in her own soul she was starting to become frozen. Cold and Numb.

The position of Eranthe was meant for her, it suited her. Her body was something she knew well could be offered and she would feel nothing in the offering.

The heart another matter.

No one would get inside.

It was safer that way.

She would remain frozen. Cold as the winter she was born in.

Safe and Cold.

The cold would assure she would never feel anything again...

Not anything that mattered. That was significant.

Never anything that would make her weak or tear her apart.

Never again.

A Snow Queen she would be.

Inkeri · Date: 2009-10-22 21:19 EST

Vows. They are broken now.

The ring had been slipped from her finger and tossed to the funeral pyre. Pride and Honor. Glory and Respect. Her tribe was born to follow those ways and live by them.

The winter born woman stood before the funeral pyre even as she felt that chill crawl through her belly and begin its descent and prowling ascent through her body. Warmth coated in frost as her emotions seemed to die as she watched the man's body burn in the funeral pyre.

The tribe felt disgraced by the fact she did not follow tradition and join him in the funeral pyre as his beloved.

Inkeri knew the truth.

Before the fight to protect their lands she had gone to him. Went to his tent to offer him her body, her soul, her heart only to find another had offered the same.

He had died honorably. In battle. A way that they would ever as warriors choose to go to the valley of death.

Sarheen was the most beautiful of them all. She had been beautiful in the shadows and the moonlight when Inkeri watched the woman share her body with the man meant to be sworn to Snow.

Inkeri no longer felt warmth even as she stood beside the funeral pyre and turned to Sarheen.

Lips in a winter kiss sealed to Sarheen's brow. A kiss of presumed forgiveness.

Forsaken instead.

It was nothing more then a subtle press of palm to sternum to have Sarheen joining her beloved in the funeral pyre. A mate should join her beloved to walk in the valley of death. Shouldn't they?

Eternity.

Sarheen's screams were devoured by the hungry licking flames of that offering. Chin lifted with the air of pride and strength, a subtle defiance of a Redeemer born.

She would walk away from them all as the winter claimed her soul. Left her cold.

Inside and out. Winter was a dying time but it also was rebirth.

Inkeri would be reborn. Frozen heart. Empty soul.

It would save her in the end.

Peace will come to me...

Inkeri · Date: 2009-10-25 19:34 EST

Can I stay like this forever? I can escape here. This is home...

The tribe ran through the first fall of winter snow, running as leopards and wolves and fox's of the artic. Changelings they were and their forms were ever their choice.

They ran to the bonfire and cavorted. Celebrated. Enjoyed the festival of the winter solstice. Many had shifted. Shared pleasures of the flesh.

Inkeri watched on. Silent as she sniffed at the fresh snow, shook her fur out.

Even after all of them had changed, she would remain as snow leopard.

Some talked and whispered, casting their glances aside until they would look away embarressed when they knew she saw them watching.

Finally she returned to her human seeming form of flesh. Granted Inkeri saw the obvious differences.

Her people were pale. Winter born and Nordic... but they were not pale as snow.

"Your eyes are changing, Inkeri. You must stop staying in the cat's flesh for so long. You will lose yourself to it."

"What if I wish for this, father?"

"Child. One day we will not know you. You will lose yourself to the beast."

Head bowed in shame as her father turned his back on her and walked back to the bonfire to join the rest. She saw the worry and frustration in her father's eyes.

The disappointment.

Sinking down to the snow she disturbed the flawless beauty of the freshly fallen snow and hugged her knees as she shut out their laughter and their joy.

A close of eyes already becoming feline. None would approach her. Outcast within the crowd. She was alone even when surrounded.

What if I wish to lose myself... to get lost. Forever. It would free me from this. This... torment.