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True Name has a minion!

Katarzena the Snow Fox

True Name
Legacy Name: True Name

The

Glacier Jollin
Owner:

Moon_of_the_Strawberries

Age: 12 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 11th, 2011

Adopted: 11 years, 11 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: May 21st, 2012

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 17
Strength: 43
Defense: 39
Speed: 37
Health: 37
HP: 37/37
Intelligence: 42
Books Read: 36
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Veterinary Technician

The wind howled at my feet, but I knew that the least I could do was keep going forward.

I had made it this far.

Despite my vision being blurred by pure white all around me, I kept my ears opened for any sound of life. Truth is, I didn't know where I was or how long I've been running, If you could still call this running. By this point, my feet were near frozen and it was purely instinctual that I kept moving. I couldn't feel my feet, or any other part of my body, and a part of me was surprised I could still move at all.

I became the snow. Each snowflake molded into my flesh and the ice cling to my fur. At first it was vicious, tearing me apart like no pain I have ever imagined, searing through my bones with a silent message screaming 'turn back'. I could never turn back.

I was running from something I should have run from long ago. Time and time again I felt the incredible fear from his eyes, yet I still stayed put. They say that you need to learn for yourself what true pain is. I can attest to that. Thankfully all that was left of him was a shadow of the man I used to know, even in my own head I could almost barely make out those eyes. Although physically he's gone, mentally he would still be there. Pain will dull over time. I will be fine. But what about my mother?

The though made me stumble on my frozen feet, clinging instinctively to the scarf around my neck. Still warm, still the ice blue that reflected her kind, tired eyes. Despite the weather the scarf seemed untouched and brand new. I still believed that somehow her love kept it alive. Me alive. I paused to tuck my ears back into my knit hat, another gift from my mother, and went on.

She would be alright. I know of it.

She was the strongest woman I know. If anything my note on the wall, tucked carefully under the Christmas tree would tell her otherwise. She loved winter, and she detested bringing that tree down. No matter what happened, that tree would shine like nothing I have ever seen. On any bad day I could curl up next to it and a sweet silence would linger around it. We all had our favorite ornament, and mine I took with me. I had tied it tight to my scarf, apologizing to my mother as I did. The note should be enough.

I'm sorry about the ornament, mother. But it's my only reminder of what's good in the world.

There is good out there, mother. I will find it.

Best you do too.

There was no reason to sign it. She knew who it was and she knew quite well that I could take care of myself. I got it from her.

By this time the memories had managed to bring a little warmth back in my heart, as I bounded over another snowy hill, my eyes working their way from under my eyelids. I could barely see, but I had to be close. My breath became invisible in the cold air, and it was then that I realized how long I've been running. I paused to look down at my feet. Blue, ragged and icy. Frostbite was setting in, no wonder I couldn't feel the ground under my feet. The sudden realization caused me to shiver, as I pulled my arms closer into my body. The wind curled around me, provoking me. Why did I leave? Why did I run from the only good thing I ever had?

Suddenly, there were lights.

The wind had let up a bit, and as I looked out a few lights poked out from the trees below. My eyes widened that I had gotten so far, and I bolted down the side of the hill as fast as I could. I was so close. But as I neared the building I fell, rolling down the snow and ice like a pebble. I hit the ground hard and with a yelp I struggled to get back up. My arm was bleeding a bit, and I looked down.

To find a pure borealis shard.

Memories flooded back, and suddenly the pain from my arm was all but gone.

Those lights will guide you...Never forget that...

The next thing I knew I was pounding on the door with my good arm, throwing my weight to it. Suddenly being so close to victory made me aware of how hungry and tired I was, and my instincts wanted nothing more than a good rest. It took a few minutes before a kind woman opened the door and I bolted inside.

It was an orphanage, of sorts.

Tons of pets were there, staring at me as if I was an outside. Their eyes glistened fearfully, as the wind swirled around me from the front door. Each had a longing, tired gaze I knew too well, pain, hatred, fear, hurting. Unknown to them, I knew how they felt. Suddenly, I felt my gaze being shifted as the woman took my hand and lead me to a small kitchen, where she made me food and bandaged up my wound. She was a kindhearted soul, and after a few minutes of the utmost silence on my part, I spoke

"Thank you."

My English wasn't entirely the best, but the woman looked up in surprise, then nodded with a smile. I'm certain she had seen all walks of life.

"I'm glad that you're alright, dear. I've never seen a storm as bad as this one, especially around these parts. It's quite warm down here." She sipped some tea.

"Where are you from?"

"Nowhere." I couldn't tell her the things I've seen, I couldn't tell her what I had felt. I absent mindedly toyed with the shard in my hand, debating what I should do. Where I should go. My original plan was completely south, yet the eyes of the others wouldn't leave my head. I've had my fair share of doubts.

"Would you need any assistance?"

"With the Adoption Center? I mean, it could be a handful yes, but it is a very depressing place, dear. I could always call and see if someone could take yo-"

"I want to help. Them. They need it." She paused and looked at me, searching my soul through my eyes. I had to speak up.

"There is good out there. I want them to know that." Maybe it was the expression on my face. Maybe it was the blood still fresh on my arm. Maybe it was the shard glistening in the moonlight from the window. She got up, nodded and turned down the lights.

"You can start tomorrow. The beds are this way" I stared at her before moving, my joints still screaming from the journey but the warmth coaxing them to relax. She turned to look one last time, her eyes tired.

"You are truly a sweet girl, dear."

"The only thing true about me is my name."