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The Lady Arctica
Rime Ruler of the Realm. She would conquer the Demons of Despair once and for all, and stand free as a Fiery Spirit, the Mistress of her Life and all she surveyed. Better to die once as a heroine than die a thousand times as a coward! She enjoyed the power and romance of a story book princess. Untrammeled by any temporal restraint, she could drain the cup of life seduced by the sensuousness of it all.
Arctic the Stout
Knight Commander of the Realm! From the darkest penetralia of his mind, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse sneered in derision! His thoughts sprang up to turn against him like the dragon's teeth that Jason sewed. Survival's mill had finally ground him into apathy. The thin line between ecstasy and abhorrence, apotheosis and demonism was drawn tightly about his soul like a garrote. Was his revere a product of burning the midnight oil?
Spike - a spirited, saggy Shih Tzu that doesn't cut anybody or anything any slack (especially eyeglasses, shoes or toys).
Max - (occasionally) a spirited, curly Bichon Frise that doesn't cut anybody or anything any slack (especially Spike).
Arctican!
Just the sound of the word conjures up visions of far-flung places where many marvels are revealed. A wild realm of ancient and mystic rites sometimes haunting, often forbidding, performed by Heathens who are all but forgotten. A harsh climate that holds no sympathy for the Weak or Careless but may offer a velvet covered iron fist within which lies the key to the Mysteries of the Universe.Need to share your thoughts, wise or otherwise, about the Arctican Archives? The Lady Arctica answers all questions with grace and aplomb, providing insights into the resolution of personal dilemmas. Arctic the Stout will share his sentiments and attempt to edify any serious inquiry with the benefit of his experience. Click on the email link below and unburden yourself.
