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[Merci d'Rue]

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The cold was growing, it was picking up momentum turning, and spreading thru Umbra, the lands were thriving. As the cold grew so began Umbras verson of spring, which most would say is false,in most lands spring is in the thriving of flowers, the fall of rain. This was not so in Umbra.

Yet the winter solstice aproacheth, and it was time for that which had slipped Merci's attention and turned green and full of life to succumb to the stark whiteness of the lands. To die in the darkness to dwindle and return in death more powerful than before. As had she....

So Lestat had spoken sweetly to Merci, he had turned her ear and her head, the handsome Daemon, his strength an attractive call to her and she agreed to these children. She had agreed upon two children, that Ceinwyn would work for two, quite a task in itself. Yet, with the coldness, fertility suddenly reigned, and not two but perhaps all six would survive? It wasnt clear, she only knew that not as many were doing poorly in their tubes as expected.

These creations of strong beings growing and thriving, would she gain another Cryomancer? Or perhaps one would drain its victims of their lifes blood..
She was unsure, but she could hear them calling to her, as they moved and wriggled their way into existence.

Her strength was glowing, erupting from her, the natural rage of the Lycan upon those who dared meet her in duel. She had paid close atttention studying them all their movements, long hours with the warmaster and other Warlords perfecting her skill. So it would pay off as Ice erupted from her beautiful hands enbedding her swords with death, freezing and instant....

Ever was she greatful to her Matriarch, Matriarch though she herself may be, she followed her lead forevermore, and in her heart the ice of Ceinwyn often sustained the chill in her heart thru heated summer months. A kiss to thee Ceinwyn, an icy breath of cold rising up from within her and transporting her wish.... this she whispered in her bed that eve, for we are on the prowl. Umbra is hungry for blood.....
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May destiny guide you...