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Cecile_233 has a minion!

Chirp! said the Winter Puff

Cecile_233
Legacy Name: Cecile_233

The

Glacier Popoko
Owner:

FleurNoire

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 29th, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 26th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 13
Defense: 12
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 7
Books Read: 7
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

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Art by ZombieToes :

And a drawing by me lol:
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Part of her Story

It was almost dawn. There were few snowflakes in the air, but the wind was bitter and merciless and his feet were frigid. He decided to look for a place to rest and headed to a cave nearby. As he neared the place, he was met by a little white bird frantically chirping and flapping its wings. "Shoo! Leave me alone!" he hissed as he entered the dark, icy cave. He went deeper in to avoid the wind when suddenly, he saw a feint light. He went closer and gazed upon a small pile of white fur. It was a sleeping animal clutching a glowing rose in its paws. It had a large furry tail and strange horns. He had never seen a creature like it before. He was shocked to notice it was wearing his sister's necklace. "Cecile?" he whispered, "Is that you?" When he touched her, her fur was freezing cold. "No...!" He started shaking her, desperate to wake her. The animal let out a small sigh, and one of her coal-black eyes was opening.
Cecile had heard her brother's voice and tried to talk to him, but only icy air came out of her mouth - no words. When she tried to open her eyes, she saw her brother, frozen in ice. But she was not able to react, as she fell asleep again, dreaming of everything she had ever desired.

The little white bird was wise, and knew what had happened. He knew that the curse would not be broken - not until the rose would be destroyed, or until Cecile's life had been fully drained as the rose would then wither. He kept watch, unavailingly warning people who would all eventually become statues of ice.