Frost Peacock{2}

by Emotes

The pen scratched away.
My name is Ixy the Snow People’s word for Icicle Dove.
It all started when the Blood Snow fell. It is a blizzard of red snow that happens every thousand years. I was out gathering frost berries, when the sky rained blood. I ran for my life, but of course I couldn’t get home. My white country turned red. I got covered with it. My people’s snow, icicle blue, and silver hair is famous. I sport the snow white hair. But now it was turned a sunset pink. My snow rabbit cloak was also stained. It dripped in my eyes. Trickled in my throat and nose choking me. And I felt it slime down my spine. I found a small cave. Wiping my eyes I curled up and waited.
The pen wrote.

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Average Reader Rating: 4.0 stars out of 5

  1. Frost Peacock{2}

    heartbeats echocho's Buddy Icon heartbeats echocho

    Posted 5 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    oo. you must continue. it’s getting good E, this is gonna be intense, i can feel it…
    LoA

  2. Frost Peacock{2}

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    Posted 5 months ago

    The story within a story works well here, giving an added sense of urgency as we want to know both what she’s writing about and where she is now to be writing this so sadly.
    LoA

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