An entry for 's contest. And yes, full view xD.

Scar squinted at a large wooden door with intricate carvings. It had been quite a journey to the castle of this so called wizard, Frost. She glanced behind her puzzled, for only ten minutes away, it had been a Summer day. It was almost if an entity warped the natural occurence of the weather into a blistering cold.

"So you must be Scar, " Serophima walked over to a dark figure with demonic wings. "Frost has been expecting you so follow me."
The bunny was in a very puffy pink dress, a basket full of red tipped roses in one arm. She scarcely placed her paw on the monolithic door, and it burst open as if powerful force was upon it.
"Are you like some sort of assistant?" asked Scar uncomfortably, trying to encourage conversation.
"You could say so." Serophima smiled, " Frost told me to help guests through the castle since he morphs the inner workings and rooms on a daily basis." she laughed in thought. "One time Mr Frost used the whole house to grow a garden. My guardian Hunter wasn't happy at all."
The two started walking through a long corridor which seemed as if it was curving towards the sky. The windows which lined their sides were fully obscured with snow. Serophima and Scar finally stopped to a pure white door with a gold plaque. It didn't seem fitting for a door to just be built in the middle, but strangely it was.
"Through this door is where the master of the castle is." said Serophima as she opened the door.
Scar paded in to a large room. It was dome-like in structure, reminiscent to that of theatre. A little bat fluttered form the ceiling onto the head of the short, long-eared girl.
"Greetings, Scar" Serophima leaned forward to the grey canine, only inches away from the snout. Though it was Serophima speaking, her voice was layered with that of another.
"Are you Frost?" Scar directed the question towards the pink bunny and then shifted her gaze to the winged creature, who was blinking back.
"Of course I am Frost." she pulled a rose-themed wand from her pink dress, "Would you preffer the real me or would you like Miss Serophima to perform the transformation?"
In the expressionate eyes of the girl, she saw pain. What ever her so called "master" was doing, it seemed it was harming the poor thing. To seize control of a sentient being's will is believed to be a form of torture.
"You please." was the hurried reply, she could no longer bare to set her eyes on this any longer.
"As you wish."
The bat released its grip on his host and in a poof of smoke, stood a full-size feline bat. The most noticeable feature on him was his bow-tie and heart-shaped diamond.
"Now please stand in the middle."
"Okay, like this?" Scar stood as accurately as she could on the appointed location.
Suddenly, a wave of blue-tinged sparks circled her. The floor was actually distorting from her weight! An alchemic circle drew itself around the wolf. The light bursting was intense and at the same time chilling. Before Scar could gather her bearings, she was being lifted high into the air. Frost who was a good distance away was waving his stick like the leader of an orchestra. He looked like he was enjoying himself. A couple of seconds later, the cooling blue light rotted to a thick black. The evil energy wrapped it's tendrils around her limbs, restraining movement as she spiralled downwards towards the earth itself.
"Dark Magic!" gasped Scar.
"Oh, yes. Sometimes one has to dip their paws into less legal magic." came the voice from the feline mix.
A sharp pain surged up her spinal cord. She turned her head back. The demonic wings which she loved so dearly were literally being eaten up. Scar witnessed her body being broken down into simpler substances; flesh and blood being split from the bone. A large impact met her ears, then sweet silence.

Time was at a standstill till a small paw prodded Scar's side. She jumped up a immediately, her new wings stretched out instinctively. Scar inspected her two sets of wings, the feathers were fluffy and warm against it's delicate frame.
"I just found you sleeping on the ground." said Serophima, simply. "What happened?"
"You were right there next to him!" Scar backed away, the pain still fresh in her mind. It was clear from the look she got from the bunny, that she had no idea of what had happened.
"Mr Frost has been away from the castle for hours. He's probably going to try and eat people again." Serophima turned towards the portal to their left "Oh, yes. Mr Frost created this portal for you to exit the castle. It seems his puppets are rampant throught all the rooms."
"Puppets?" thought Scar, as she left the Castle of Frost.


LOL. Sorry for the long story. It took a good two and a half hours for it xD (It's probably full of errors too). Puppets are the name of Frost's minions. They kind of take care of the castle. Okay, I'll expand on this later 8D.

Anyway, this picture is for . The competition stats that entrants have to draw a "nicer" looking version of her fursona. I tried in my entry to stay true to the original design as well as have an imaginatiive creation. As you can see, she has an artificial left ear (her normal fursona's is missing), the fork on her leg is present (pointed down because I said so), and the scar on the right eye has been altered so it looks like a butterly tattoo. Oh, did you know that the hair looks like butterfly wings too?

Hopefully I get a place in the contest .

-Serophima