◇name;; Frosliss
◇gender;; Female
◇favorite thing about winter;; She absolutely loves to roll the snow up into snowballs and sneak attack her friends with them. She always seems to have a small pile hidden somewhere every winter when she and her friends go outside.
◇personality◇Frosliss is witty, mischievous, quite the prankster. She always loves a good laugh but sometimes her antics get out of hand. Despite her trickery pared with that sharp tongue of hers, she's actually a nice girl. Some just can't see it.
◇likes◇Frosliss enjoys pranks, jokes and illusions. Her favorite season is winter, as its the perfect time of year for her ambushes. She adores ice cream and fruit pops, in fact she's been caught raiding the fridge quite often in search of her favorite ice cream flavor, Rocky Road. She enjoys hanging out with her friends and poking around in curious places. When home alone, she likes to watch movies, read and sing. She has an amazing voice by the way.
◇dislikes◇Frosliss loves winter, and because of that, she cannot stand Summer. Its just too hot. She's not really a fan of horror and creepy things so Halloween is a no-no. She also dislikes cherry ice cream. Never thought there was a flavor she didn't like but there it is. Cherry. She's somewhat of a neat freak and can't stand seeing something lying out. Then there's that little problem with that one amusement park ride. Yeah the ones that slowly rise up and plummet toward the ground. She hates em! Got sick from riding one.
◇story◇"Frosliss, don't go outside at night!"
That was the voice of Queen Glacia, her mother. Frosliss WAS a princess after all. Her mother was the ruler of Frosthaven, a city constantly blanketed with snow and ice. During the day, the city shimmered as if made from diamond. It was dangerous at night. There was constant danger from the slums and many there would love nothing more than to eliminate the princess. Frosliss wasn't allowed outside at night for this very reason.
After a week, Frosliss decided to sneak out. She snuck past the half awake guards and darted through the courtyard, unseen. When she made it to the lower class town just outside the city walls she began investigating every smell, sight and sound she came across. There was this one smell. It was strange, yet intriguing. Frosliss followed it into the slums. She yelped as a large paw with long, sharp claws grabbed the scruff of her neck and was turned around to meet face to face with a large, dark brown wolf. At least, she thought it was a wolf. Its muzzle was covered in scars and one particularly nasty scar raked over its blind, right eye and down the side of its face and across its neck.
"Well, it seems we've caught ourselves a princess." The beast laughed. He let out a sharp bark and two smaller wolf beasts brought out something, a cage. A cage made of bones. The big brown one tossed Frosliss into the cage and they headed toward the wilds. She curled up, whimpering, wishing she had obeyed her mother.
"Let her out here and let her run." The brown one said. The door was opened and Frosliss bolted as fast as she could. She ran faster than ever before, struggling for breath but pushing on. She slowed down a bit and listened. The distant hammer of pawsteps was headed her way. Realization hit like an avalanche when she found out the truth, the reason they just let her go. They were hunting her. Frosliss turned tail and pelted onward, not knowing or caring where she went as long as it was away from those beasts. Her paw snagged itself on a rock and she stumbed into some sort of cave.
Frosliss woke, head pounding. There was a fire in the center of a small cave and a griffin not much older than herself was prodding it with a stick. The griffin turned her head around. "Its about time you woke up."
"Where am I?" Frosliss asked.
The griffin prodded the coals once more. "You're in the cave you stumbled into. I dragged you into my little home. Those werewolves won't find you, you're safe." She answered.
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