A Chill Within My Bones

She was a creature crawling from the depth of hell, singing her songs of flames and anger within her growls -- responses back to the one that she heard, to the one that made her ears remain proud and erect for a mere moment on top of her regalia before they crumbled in front of the wind rage. In that wasteland of white there was no shelter, no comfort. There was no familiar sight that greeted her, no sound after the howling that pierced her heart, even the light the animals needed to warm them was instead blinding and no match for the wind that soon gave in to the storm. Only the heart beating in her chests stopped them from becoming as frozen as the landscape. It was beating a tattoo against her ribcage, louder and louder which each step the draconian woman took towards what she believed was the direction of the howl.

When she whirled around to at least see the tracks she made, there were none. Her orange-kissed eyes were greeted by a blanket pf pure ivory. The only way to navigate was focus on the direction of the howl and keep barking towards it in hopes that her flaming song will be heard against the arctic orchestra. She knew that upon this frozen lake there were blindfolds around her hearts and her thoughts were caged by fear of being reunited so suddenly with one of her own. But she needed it. Maybe she didn't. But she wanted it. She wanted to crawl over this ice and snow, over the spent shells of her sudden disappearance and reunite with her blood. Brother? she called him, Brother? she called again, and again, within her howling song until her realgar optics fell upon a shadowy figure in the distance.