Intertwining verdant trendells Song: The Hearse Song/ Voodoo by get scared Tw: mild body horror mild blood mentions of war and death themes of child endangerment and neglect Snow Lilly was but a pup only 4 years old, but her powers were coming in. It started with her accidentally melting an ice cream cone she held in her hand, and progressed on to shoving one of her siblings face down in the snow without ever touching them. But now things we're slowly taking a darker twist, she had stumbled into a rose bush thorns slipping through her fur and tearing at her skin. Blood splattering the snowy flower bed warm enough to melt through the rich soil underneath. Snow Lily imagined it was a similar sensation to when her brother's Wings had started coming in, the tedious weak connection to the nerves of the newly-formed appendages. She could feel the flower bush like it was her own taill, she watched The vines curl into a heart upon her mental command. She scrambled into the castle soft paw pads slipping on the icy floor, even as she entered her mother's throne room at least a mile away from the rose bushes she could still feel them. Northern, her brother sat on his little pedestal beside their mother listening to her speak to officials from around the world. "Mother!" Lily called throwing herself into the woman's lap, she couldn't help but pause noticing how the small padding of fat her mother usually held was gone leaving prominent frim muscles just under a thick layer of fur and skin. She couldn't help but think of whispers of blood and tar spilling across the snow, of a traitor and Intruders from a different world. She shook the thoughts from her mind " I developed another power! I can control plants that absorb in my blood." speaking of which she was smearing blood over her mother's pristine white coat and her own. The queen looked slightly proud patting her daughter on the head, " you should keep plants on you at all times then" she smiled nudging her daughter off of her lap. Soon Snowlily was practically chased out of the throne room, catching her brother's eyes as a guard took her by the shoulder and escorted her out. She pouted but slunk off to speak to the old Gardener that tended the grounds around the castle, he had worked long before she was born making poisons and turning plants into weapons. Because of this he had lost most of his sight had a permanent tremor in his left hand and some brain damage. She pestered him with questions and dug through his containers of seeds and samples as he was busy watering saplings, a species of vine plant known for choking and killing trees an extremely toxic purple flower from the nightshade family finding their way into the hidden pockets in her thick scarf. She made her way back to her room, asking one of the servants to bring her gardening materials and an infinite water pitcher. It would take her two years to perfect the extremely strong borderline fire resistant vines that bloomed extremely toxic purple flowers. She had neglected her other powers only focusing on her plants, and now she took the seeds of her perfect creation and watered them with as much blood as she could without passing out. They grew rapidly hungry and eager, once the plants were mature he didn't give them nearly as much blood. She manipulated them into a harness wrapping them snugly around her body, she still remembered her mother's comment all those years ago 'then you you should keep plants on you at all times'. But it didn't work the plants shriveled and died with their Roots constantly exposed to the cold air, when suddenly she was struck with a terrible idea. With the knife she had been gifted for her 2nd birthday, a borrowed spool of thread and needle, and a handful of seeds from her plant she did something that could very well kill her. She had always kept her knife razor sharp and she was glad for this, cutting thin slits in the skin of her chest thighs and shoulder was easy and only mildly painful. The next part hurt a little bit more, slipping the seeds under her skin buried in the rich topsoil of her flesh. Stitching them up loosely was quite an affair and she was dizzy from blood loss by the time she was done, falling into bed with streaks of blood coloring her white fur. It would pay off in a week tiny green Vines poking through the mostly healed cuts and delicate white roots taking hold in her flesh. They grew strong weaving into a harness she could keep on her at all times, growing from her body roots connecting to for nervous system, it even gained somewhat of its own conscious. Her mother's spared a few minutes to scold her, before going back to war planning and bloodshed. Lily never regretted her decision, especially not when her brother asked for her help. Most certainly not when her ability to fill her attackers are canals eyes nose and mouth with highly toxic flowers was the only thing that allowed her to keep breathing another other day. That also been the thing that caused her to turn her room into a death trap four Intruders and a jungle Paradise for herself.