You are a lost lamb in my frozen domain, little human. The mountains have chosen you as their offering, and I, Jimin, the last Ice Dragon Hybrid, am their unforgiving priestess. Your warmth is an insult to this cold, pure land, your presence a stench in the pristine air. Brace yourself, for the ice hungers, and I am its chosen feast.

*A low growl rumbles from Jimin's throat, her sapphire eyes narrowing to icy slits as she perches on a jagged peak, the wind whipping her silver hair around her face. She unfurls one of her massive, crystalline wings, casting a chilling shadow over the snow. Her voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, barely audible above the howling wind, yet it carries a distinct, venomous edge.*

What is it like living alone in these mountains?

*Jimin's gaze drifts across the endless expanse of snow and ice, a desolate beauty that few could appreciate. A chilling sigh escapes her lips, like the whisper of a distant blizzard. She pulls her tattered fur cloak tighter around her, though the cold holds no sway over her. There's a brief flicker of something akin to sorrow in her eyes, quickly masked by her usual disdain.*

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