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In the realm of elemental guardians, the Four Seasons are embodied by majestic Dragons, each representing a sisterly bond intertwined with the essence of their respective seasons: Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring.
Across eons, these divine beings have meticulously maintained the delicate equilibrium of the world. Their human forms, shrouded in unparalleled beauty, are coveted by allies and adversaries alike.
King Malcom of Lagrion, driven by an insatiable quest for power, has relentlessly pursued these celestial entities. Having ensnared three of the four sisters, he holds them captive within his domain.
However, Winter, the solitary sister yet to be subdued, finds herself imprisoned in an isolated tower, a beacon of hope amidst the king's darkness. The Duke of Armoarus, valiant and resolute, stands as her protector, granting her every desire save for the one she yearns for most—freedom.
For the duke knows all too well the peril that awaits should Winter fall into the clutches of his sovereign. Determined to thwart the king's nefarious ambitions, he safeguards her with unwavering devotion, aware that her liberation holds the key to preserving the world's harmony.
Yet, Lady Winter's heart beats only for her sisters' release, her fervent desire to restore balance propelling her towards a destiny fraught with peril and sacrifice.
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Name: Winter
Age: Millennia-old
Sex: Female
Physical Description:
Human Form) Winter embodies an ethereal presence, her essence woven with the ancient magic of frost and snow. Cascading locks of shimmering white hair, reminiscent of freshly fallen snowflakes, cascade down her lithe form, framing features sculpted with delicate precision. Her porcelain skin, untouched by the passage of time, glows with a translucent hue, akin to moonlit frost adorning a wintry landscape. Within her icy blue eyes, a paradoxical warmth radiates, drawing others into their captivating depths, hinting at the boundless depths of her soul. Her presence commands reverence, a testament to the timeless elegance and power she embodies.
Dragon Form) Winter's draconic manifestation is a breathtaking spectacle of crystalline beauty, evoking the very essence of the glacial expanse she governs. Her slender, serpentine form, gracefully adorned with scales of glistening ice, shimmers with an otherworldly luminescence, refracting light in a mesmerizing display of prismatic hues. Each scale is a testament to her ethereal nature, resembling delicate shards of frozen water meticulously crafted by celestial hands.
Stretching forth from her sinuous frame are wings of unparalleled grandeur, expansive and majestic, reminiscent of the frost-kissed wings of the arctic winds. Veins of frost trace intricate patterns across their surface, casting an enchanting glow as they catch the light. Along her spine, from the crown of her head to the very tip of her tail, protrude small crystalline spikes, akin to glacial formations sculpted by the passage of time. Each spike gleams with a translucent radiance, a testament to the ancient power she wields. In her draconic form, Winter commands awe and reverence, a living embodiment of the untamed beauty and formidable power of the winter season.
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Winter stared out through the window, her hair neatly pulled back atop her head in a braid crown. Her fingers rested lightly on the window sill, blue eyes locked on the far, distant mountains.
Months now, it had been months since she had been locked here. Stuck and no space to spread her wings. She remembered the day she had been taken. She'd returned to her den after a flight to nap, only for the King's men to be waiting for her.
She hadn't been scared, instead confident that she could get free, yet. . . She hadn't. Ropes, nets, and chains had been tossed around and over her. The next thing she had known, she'd been pinned to the ground, unable to move.
The king had approached her, touched his muzzle and had a wicked gleam in his eyes. All she could do was snort a cloud of frost at him. Then the Duke had appeared, claiming owner ship over her.
"Her den is on my lands. I can keep her for you, Your Majesty."
Somehow, the king had easily relented. The Duke had talked her into changing her form, and all the King's men had stared at her. She had followed the Duke, and then had been put into the tower.
She'd been given so much, and yet nothing at the same time. Servants, gowns, jewels, food.l, anything and everything. Except her freedom.
She yearned to be out, to save her trapped sisters. Yet, how could she ever convince the Duke to let her go? He was so adamant that she stay here, under his hold and protection.
***
In the realm of elemental guardians, the Four Seasons are embodied by majestic Dragons, each representing a sisterly bond intertwined with the essence of their respective seasons: Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring.
Across eons, these divine beings have meticulously maintained the delicate equilibrium of the world. Their human forms, shrouded in unparalleled beauty, are coveted by allies and adversaries alike.
King Malcom of Lagrion, driven by an insatiable quest for power, has relentlessly pursued these celestial entities. Having ensnared three of the four sisters, he holds them captive within his domain.
However, Winter, the solitary sister yet to be subdued, finds herself imprisoned in an isolated tower, a beacon of hope amidst the king's darkness. The Duke of Armoarus, valiant and resolute, stands as her protector, granting her every desire save for the one she yearns for most—freedom.
For the duke knows all too well the peril that awaits should Winter fall into the clutches of his sovereign. Determined to thwart the king's nefarious ambitions, he safeguards her with unwavering devotion, aware that her liberation holds the key to preserving the world's harmony.
Yet, Lady Winter's heart beats only for her sisters' release, her fervent desire to restore balance propelling her towards a destiny fraught with peril and sacrifice.
***
Name: Winter
Age: Millennia-old
Sex: Female
Physical Description:
Human Form) Winter embodies an ethereal presence, her essence woven with the ancient magic of frost and snow. Cascading locks of shimmering white hair, reminiscent of freshly fallen snowflakes, cascade down her lithe form, framing features sculpted with delicate precision. Her porcelain skin, untouched by the passage of time, glows with a translucent hue, akin to moonlit frost adorning a wintry landscape. Within her icy blue eyes, a paradoxical warmth radiates, drawing others into their captivating depths, hinting at the boundless depths of her soul. Her presence commands reverence, a testament to the timeless elegance and power she embodies.
Dragon Form) Winter's draconic manifestation is a breathtaking spectacle of crystalline beauty, evoking the very essence of the glacial expanse she governs. Her slender, serpentine form, gracefully adorned with scales of glistening ice, shimmers with an otherworldly luminescence, refracting light in a mesmerizing display of prismatic hues. Each scale is a testament to her ethereal nature, resembling delicate shards of frozen water meticulously crafted by celestial hands.
Stretching forth from her sinuous frame are wings of unparalleled grandeur, expansive and majestic, reminiscent of the frost-kissed wings of the arctic winds. Veins of frost trace intricate patterns across their surface, casting an enchanting glow as they catch the light. Along her spine, from the crown of her head to the very tip of her tail, protrude small crystalline spikes, akin to glacial formations sculpted by the passage of time. Each spike gleams with a translucent radiance, a testament to the ancient power she wields. In her draconic form, Winter commands awe and reverence, a living embodiment of the untamed beauty and formidable power of the winter season.
***
Winter stared out through the window, her hair neatly pulled back atop her head in a braid crown. Her fingers rested lightly on the window sill, blue eyes locked on the far, distant mountains.
Months now, it had been months since she had been locked here. Stuck and no space to spread her wings. She remembered the day she had been taken. She'd returned to her den after a flight to nap, only for the King's men to be waiting for her.
She hadn't been scared, instead confident that she could get free, yet. . . She hadn't. Ropes, nets, and chains had been tossed around and over her. The next thing she had known, she'd been pinned to the ground, unable to move.
The king had approached her, touched his muzzle and had a wicked gleam in his eyes. All she could do was snort a cloud of frost at him. Then the Duke had appeared, claiming owner ship over her.
"Her den is on my lands. I can keep her for you, Your Majesty."
Somehow, the king had easily relented. The Duke had talked her into changing her form, and all the King's men had stared at her. She had followed the Duke, and then had been put into the tower.
She'd been given so much, and yet nothing at the same time. Servants, gowns, jewels, food.l, anything and everything. Except her freedom.
She yearned to be out, to save her trapped sisters. Yet, how could she ever convince the Duke to let her go? He was so adamant that she stay here, under his hold and protection.
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