Post by Prince Cooler on Jan 1, 2023 21:31:03 GMT -5
The winds outside the hallways of the palace with a banshee like howl, and from any view from the many windows of the palace you could see the terrain and ground being swept up into dust clouds and torn away branches. Such was the beauty of the storms that came on their home planet, a type of poetry that only nature could be the author of. The eldest prince of the family stood with his arms folded behind his back, the changeling lord towering an incredible five feet and four inches in their first and most suppressed form. His tail flicked behind him a single time which caused the sound of a whip cracking against the air, his eyes tired and bagged as they looked out over the planet that his father had once ruled.
His father of course who was for the first time in Coolers recent three month old memory , was available to be spoken with. King Cold had been alerted that one of his eldest sons clones had woken up from its slumber and returned to the capital planet after a few months of life. King Cold , Frieza, Cooler, or Lord Frost had apparently saved DNA reserves of the great changeling families, and stored them away in cloning facilities hidden across the galaxy. This must have been some kind of safe guard if the Planet Trade Organization had ever fallen behind, or one of the great leaders lost their lives. The Cold family had always had a good repute with Lord Frost, but the Lord Prince Cooler could not be sure who put this plan into motion some many years ago.
Again his tail lashed out behind him, as the doors to his back opened within the Cold Family palace. "Hello father." Cooler said, without turning around.
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His father of course who was for the first time in Coolers recent three month old memory , was available to be spoken with. King Cold had been alerted that one of his eldest sons clones had woken up from its slumber and returned to the capital planet after a few months of life. King Cold , Frieza, Cooler, or Lord Frost had apparently saved DNA reserves of the great changeling families, and stored them away in cloning facilities hidden across the galaxy. This must have been some kind of safe guard if the Planet Trade Organization had ever fallen behind, or one of the great leaders lost their lives. The Cold family had always had a good repute with Lord Frost, but the Lord Prince Cooler could not be sure who put this plan into motion some many years ago.
Again his tail lashed out behind him, as the doors to his back opened within the Cold Family palace. "Hello father." Cooler said, without turning around.
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