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SB - 50$

MI - 5$

AB - 200$
AB1 - 250$ - includes finished version of Snowy Night
AB2 - 300$ - includes custom reference for Rigel

  RULES

Sorry, but no refunds - all sales final

Feel free to edit/recolor. But don't forget to credit

Please credit me for the design the first time you draw them

Yes, you can ask me to put them on hold -  BUT for a period not exceeding 5 days

you can pay the price of an adopt within a month with a prepayment of 30% of the cost

if you refuse or are unable to pay the full amount at the end of time, we can agree. If you refuse to redeem the adpot, the prepayment is not refundable.

Yes, you can buy it as a gift for someone, but please let me know who's gonna be an owner

Do not re-sell for higher than you bought them for (unless you have extra art to sell with them)

You have 24 hours to pay. Send the payment only after i tell you - any money sended w/o my approval will count as donation

You know, whoever said that winter is cold and inhospitable, I still think it's beautiful.
In fact, I really enjoy watching people. Even in our snowy land, where tears freeze in the wind, they were able to adapt and survive. I admire their everyday life, their relationships, the heat of love, the bitterness of passion, and the fervor of hatred. In our family this is not common - it's like an ice wall between us, haha, pardon the pun.
Eh? What kind of family are we? Well, there's seven of us: Mother Winter, the lady who keeps us under her thumb. Father Blizzard, who's a scary person, but he's actually a sweetheart. I also have two little brothers Windstorm and Rime, and a little sister, Snowy Night. And my name is Snowstorm.
You know what I think of our life? This is EXTREMELY BORING, we're not allowed to do anything at all. And no one knows who forbade us to have contact with humans. At least, that's what I thought at the time. Now I realize that this rule was there for a reason.
I realized this when I first saw people. Do you see falling snowflakes? Those are my little eyes - where snow falls, I see everything, that's my talent. I watched people for a long time, and they were swarming around and inventing something, and it was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. But it all faded when the first light flickered in front of me. It was like little stars my little sister keeps in her bottle. It was so bright and beautiful. People called it fire. And I wanted to touch it for the first time.
My little sister was interested in this phenomenon too. She wanted to keep this light in her bottle. Like me, she was always incredibly bored, and her only hobby was to collect stars from the night sky, and then scatter them across the sky again, creating interesting patterns.
Secretly from Mother, we decided to visit humans. We walked, and snowstorm and night followed us. It was strange, but after visiting one village after another, we couldn't understand why people didn't do anything anymore. They were just lying in the snowdrifts, and their bodies now resembled ice statues.
One day we found a strange village: it wasn't cold, and for the first time my sister and I weren't surrounded by a blizzard, and my snowflakes began to melt. It was as if the village was covered by a dome that kept the frost at bay. Like something was...warming it? The villagers stared at us. It was a little awkward at first, but surprisingly, they were kind and friendly - one of them even greeted us. Among the crowd, I noticed a man: he looked just like us, only completely different; I was afraid and delighted at the same time. The interest was much stronger than the fear, because I finally found something in the midst of the eternal white bleakness.
The man who greeted us called himself an elder and offered us a hand. I remembered our father's lessons. He also offered me his hand and told me to shake it as a sign of goodwill. A living person, in front of me and I could touch him! He was glad to see me! A thrill of excitement gripped me.But as soon as I touched his hand, he quickly removed it. "So cold!" he said loudly, looking at me with fear and surprise on his face.
We didn't know then that we were so cold that our touch was painful. We walked, and the bitter cold followed us; unknowingly, we were ruining life, just by being around. That strange man from the village told me about it. He was really just like us, but instead of ice, he carried a warming heat that protected the village.
His name was Rigel. He told us that we, as the very essence of the element, can be dangerous to those around us, and that there are others like us, and that they all interact in different ways. To be honest, Rigel was even more interesting than humans. He opened before me a wondrous new world hidden by my parents. His movements were like a dance, with fire shimmering with each sweep of his hand. Night was marveled with Rigel too, and caught every spark of his fire.
He's fire, we're ice. He's heat, we're cold. Every touch hurt us, and even though we could kill each other, time passed and we learned how to live and work together. After a few years, my sister and I were even able to control the temperature of our \bodies. And then, thanks to Rigel and all those people, for first time I could really shake someone's hand.

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Description

SB - 50$

MI - 5$

AB - 200$
AB1 - 250$ - includes finished version of Snowy Night
AB2 - 300$ - includes custom reference for Rigel

  RULES

Sorry, but no refunds - all sales final

Feel free to edit/recolor. But don't forget to credit

Please credit me for the design the first time you draw them

Yes, you can ask me to put them on hold -  BUT for a period not exceeding 5 days

you can pay the price of an adopt within a month with a prepayment of 30% of the cost

if you refuse or are unable to pay the full amount at the end of time, we can agree. If you refuse to redeem the adpot, the prepayment is not refundable.

Yes, you can buy it as a gift for someone, but please let me know who's gonna be an owner

Do not re-sell for higher than you bought them for (unless you have extra art to sell with them)

You have 24 hours to pay. Send the payment only after i tell you - any money sended w/o my approval will count as donation

You know, whoever said that winter is cold and inhospitable, I still think it's beautiful.
In fact, I really enjoy watching people. Even in our snowy land, where tears freeze in the wind, they were able to adapt and survive. I admire their everyday life, their relationships, the heat of love, the bitterness of passion, and the fervor of hatred. In our family this is not common - it's like an ice wall between us, haha, pardon the pun.
Eh? What kind of family are we? Well, there's seven of us: Mother Winter, the lady who keeps us under her thumb. Father Blizzard, who's a scary person, but he's actually a sweetheart. I also have two little brothers Windstorm and Rime, and a little sister, Snowy Night. And my name is Snowstorm.
You know what I think of our life? This is EXTREMELY BORING, we're not allowed to do anything at all. And no one knows who forbade us to have contact with humans. At least, that's what I thought at the time. Now I realize that this rule was there for a reason.
I realized this when I first saw people. Do you see falling snowflakes? Those are my little eyes - where snow falls, I see everything, that's my talent. I watched people for a long time, and they were swarming around and inventing something, and it was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. But it all faded when the first light flickered in front of me. It was like little stars my little sister keeps in her bottle. It was so bright and beautiful. People called it fire. And I wanted to touch it for the first time.
My little sister was interested in this phenomenon too. She wanted to keep this light in her bottle. Like me, she was always incredibly bored, and her only hobby was to collect stars from the night sky, and then scatter them across the sky again, creating interesting patterns.
Secretly from Mother, we decided to visit humans. We walked, and snowstorm and night followed us. It was strange, but after visiting one village after another, we couldn't understand why people didn't do anything anymore. They were just lying in the snowdrifts, and their bodies now resembled ice statues.
One day we found a strange village: it wasn't cold, and for the first time my sister and I weren't surrounded by a blizzard, and my snowflakes began to melt. It was as if the village was covered by a dome that kept the frost at bay. Like something was...warming it? The villagers stared at us. It was a little awkward at first, but surprisingly, they were kind and friendly - one of them even greeted us. Among the crowd, I noticed a man: he looked just like us, only completely different; I was afraid and delighted at the same time. The interest was much stronger than the fear, because I finally found something in the midst of the eternal white bleakness.
The man who greeted us called himself an elder and offered us a hand. I remembered our father's lessons. He also offered me his hand and told me to shake it as a sign of goodwill. A living person, in front of me and I could touch him! He was glad to see me! A thrill of excitement gripped me.But as soon as I touched his hand, he quickly removed it. "So cold!" he said loudly, looking at me with fear and surprise on his face.
We didn't know then that we were so cold that our touch was painful. We walked, and the bitter cold followed us; unknowingly, we were ruining life, just by being around. That strange man from the village told me about it. He was really just like us, but instead of ice, he carried a warming heat that protected the village.
His name was Rigel. He told us that we, as the very essence of the element, can be dangerous to those around us, and that there are others like us, and that they all interact in different ways. To be honest, Rigel was even more interesting than humans. He opened before me a wondrous new world hidden by my parents. His movements were like a dance, with fire shimmering with each sweep of his hand. Night was marveled with Rigel too, and caught every spark of his fire.
He's fire, we're ice. He's heat, we're cold. Every touch hurt us, and even though we could kill each other, time passed and we learned how to live and work together. After a few years, my sister and I were even able to control the temperature of our \bodies. And then, thanks to Rigel and all those people, for first time I could really shake someone's hand.

Аrt, base and design by

PLEASE DO NOT COPY TRACE OR OTHERWISE STEAL THIS DESIGN OR BASE