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Stribor has a minion!

the Snow Demon

Stribor
Legacy Name: Stribor

The

Glacier Demi
Owner:

Strukla

Age: 15 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 8th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 8th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 12
Strength: 15
Defense: 11
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 456
Books Read: 451
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Inventory Tracker

Annie Lennox - Cold

Deep inside a snow-covered forest, a young boy can barely be seen, gently leaning against one of the trees. The boy's straight, bowl-cut hair is white but with a peculiar icy blue shine, his clothing consisting of a simple shirt and pants (rather inappropriate for the season) are also white and, judging by the hand he's leaning on, his skin is also almost pearly white in color. If anyone'd be looking at him right now, they'd probably think they're looking at a ghost.
Despite what you might think, the boy's not hurt nor tired. He keeps inspecting the tree bark under his fingers up to the moment when something moves in the corner of his eye. A small fawn appears from behind him, blinking a couple of times before calmly walking away. Yet he keeps staring at the place where the animal emerged, frowning.

Mere minutes after the fawn, more rustling. This time, a young man emerges, human looking, with bright blonde, shoulder-length hair and dressed as a traveler. He smiles to the frowning boy. "Good afternoon, brother."
- "Tch!", followed by an annoyed expression. "I already told Svarog he's wasting his time coming here. Yet you all still do and annoy me!" For a small boy like that, his mannerism and speech are of a grown man. The other one's smile disappears, but he keeps the composure in his voice. "I came to give you a message from father. And quit the boy act, Stribor, you're not fooling us."
Stribor dissapears behind one of the trees for but a moment, but reappears as an old man, with a long beard and bushy eyebrows. "Is this more to your liking, then?", in a sarcastic tone. You could almost hear how much his conversational buddy tried keeping his calm. "Stribor, please..."
As once before, Stribor again changes his appearance, this time to a young man, but maintaining the bowl-cut he sported while posing as a child.
"Father wants you-... No, he's actually commanding you to leave your territory and go settle this pile of dung we all ended up in after the war with the Giants."
The bowl-cut man gives his brother a long, blank stare before turning towards the deeper end of the forest and slowly walking away.
"You won't get rid of me by walking away, brother."; the voice follows after him. - "I wasn't trying to.", comes a slow reply. Stribor stops in his tracks and turns back to his brother. No frowns anymore, looks like he's had enough of fighting. "What about winter?"
Now it's Perun's turn to get annoyed. His dear brother was always thick-skulled but this is just irritating. "You've got no right to it, yet you simply brought it back from the fight along with your sorry vessel! Don't push my buttons, brother dearest, because you know all too well she was just an excuse!"