if you got pneumonia and died. [open]

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White and blue were the only colors visible for miles around. It was as if the world decided that no other color could be shown, only the cold colors of white and blue. White and blue- they weren't particularly hideous, a bit too bland for Pascal's taste but of course brown wasn't all the rage either and yet she was covered in it. Pascal's head twitched as if to get rid of such an absurd idea, she? Ugly? That would not happen even if she wanted it too... which would never happen, of course. With a exasperated sigh Pascal finally managed to shrug off her wandering mind and get back to what was important- Lykengard. She had only ever heard rumors of it; how it never grew too cold or too hot and how everything was how it should be. It sounded like paradise to the perfectionist Pascal, and so it would be. Pascal smiled and continued to drift along the icy currents of the wind, not flapping a singly beat. As always she upheld her code of absolute majesty; head held high, wings outstretched symmetrically, eyes clear and toward her goal. Everything was as it should be and hopefully it would remain that way... but alas, what Pascal hoped for was always too far out of reach. Something big. Something brown. Something pounding through the snow. Pascal looked down at the creature curiously and couldn't help but feel a twinge of superiority. She was easily gliding across the sky while the beast below was trudging on through the snow at a much slower pace. But there was also pity, the poor beast- although a bit clumsy, was quite impressive and seeing a fellow that upheld a certain degree of beauty was good enough for Pascal to appreciate. She veered steeply down towards the earth and just as she was about to hit it she splayed her wings wide and caught a draft that enabled her to hover just above the beast. Pascal cleared her throat- majestically mind you- and declared,"You are a sight for sore eyes Mr... whatever you are. In all this white I have not seen a single soul such as yourself." Pascal eyed the stranger closely, taking in all his attributes. His antlers were absolutely beautiful and unlike any she had seen back in her homeland. She dared to think that they were possibly one of the most gorgeous set of antlers she had ever seen. "By the way, you have the loveliest antlers I have ever seen," she decided with a nod of her head, restraining any other complimentary words- after all, she didn't want to give him too much credit... that should be saved for herself.

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