King of Ice (melts in spring) [OPEN]

[Reika Hjarta]

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[atrb=background,http://heart-tails.com/images/sotes_stuff/reikamiddle.png] The cool calm of Reika Hjarta was something to be feared. While other wolves shouted or growled or raged against the world in general, Reika merely sat back and became very still and quiet. No words, no movement. Just his eyes, sharp as broken ice. Heat was reserved for "toys." He only had so much to give, and so he kept it safe for special occasions. For the rest of the time, he remained impassive, only showing emotion as was necessary. Behind whatever expression he wore, though, was always the calm. Rejection. Pain. Hatred. Sorrow. They all fell into the calm, and were folded back, neat and tidy, and tucked away in his mind. Had he any idea of the concept of filing cabinets, he might have likened it to that. Neat little drawers in his mind, for all the negative emotions. Once they were tucked away, he would become a statue, carved of ice, with a heart of ice, and eyes that froze the soul. "Better watch out, my darling dear She's got spirits in those paws She'll dance your heart and soul away That dangerous gypsy love..." It was in this calm that Reika stalked the edge of the lake, singing softly under his breath. He was hungry. He was tired. He was paw-sore. But without anybody to have to entertain, he allowed to calm to swallow it all up. "Cut her paws, my heart-felt dear, 'Afore she runs away Who knows who she'll go after next? That seductive gypsy love..." If it had been his power, he might have frozen the very ground he walked on. As it was, he slunk among the shadows, slipping between them like some awful demon. This was his gift from the Great Spirits, which he had honed over the years. His gift, to counteract the curse of his personality. It was only during spring that he cursed himself. While all the other dew-eyed wolves sought out their mates and started their families, he continued to wander. The girls all nipped at his tail and batted their eyes and threw around their compliments, but, try as he might, Reika could find no appeal in them. And yet it seemed that wolves of his... particular... nature were few and far between. Or perhaps they're just afraid? Reika had mused. It made sense. The world was cruel and unforgiving towards their kind. Nobody understood. It was a love just as beautiful as any other, even though there were no pups to prove it. Did that mean that sterile hybrids didn't know true love? A litter of stillborns might indicate something about the nature of the relationship, even. But that didn't make it any less wonderful. In his ice-laden mind, Reika continued on this train of thought, although it was more of a side-line process. The main portion of his mind was focused on walking, and not feeling the pain in his paws or the depths of his heart. Ice that melts in spring, when the heat comes in flashes and the whole world is colored in rainbows... A small smile cracked the corners of the Sennyo's muzzle. Truly, then, that must be the nature of the King of Ice?