2.13 I don't know why but elves and lions fascinate me so this picture is awesome! I love how much emotion and personality you get. Plus I want a white lion now...and awesome pointy ears. Artist: Unknown.
Princess Salara
Salara woke from her dream with an intense need to see Frostbite immediately. She changed into her riding gear, belting on her sword last, pulled her hood up, and tiptoed through the palace to the animal house. The ice crunched underneath her feet as she lightly jogged through the frozen forest. The ice-kissed pine trees were sparse on the otherwise barren landscape. Hundreds of years of winter had reduced their plant population to those that could either survive winter without hibernation or those that had somehow adapted quickly enough.
Salara slipped inside the barn and felt the warmth of the animals thaw her long ears and nose. Just because she was an Ice elf didn’t mean she was immune to the cold, it just meant she could survive colder temperatures than other creatures. Salara grabbed a slab of meat from the thawing station and crept around the maze of sleeping animals looking for her snow lion, Frostbite. She didn’t dare call for him for fear that it would wake the other animals, who would then wake the guards, who would escort her back to her room for her own safety. She could hear their patronizing tones and see their faces, talking to her as though she were a child of four instead of a woman of twenty. Salara shook her head and continued to look for Frostbite. She made her way around the whole barn and didn’t see him in any of the solitary sleeping animals. She groaned. That meant...
Her eyes fell on the great pile of white that consisted of several animals, including her snow lion, snuggling together for warmth and company. She scowled at the soft breathing and scoured the pile for some sign of where her friend was. It wasn’t hard to figure out that there were three dire wolves, six white foxes, two leopards, and of course, her snow lion all mixed up with no way to tell where one ended and one began. Salara circled the mound and there in the back was the long thin tail of her snow lion. Luck was apparently on her side this chilly, clear morning.
She kicked, pulled, and stroked the tail until, little by little, the rest of the body emerged. The mound lost a good third of its size as the great fluffy head finally emerged and stretched. Frostbite yawned and followed Salara outside where it was safer to make noise and yawned before eating the caribou leg Salara had for him. Then he pushed his head into her chest and purred while she scratched his ears and kissed his forehead. After a few minutes, Salara moved around to the side and mounted his back, holding on to his mane. “Let’s go for a ride, Frostbite.”
Frostbite flexed his paws and sprang, running gracefully through the forest with Salara riding him, their movements perfectly in sync.
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