A Chill Within My Bones

Emerging from the blinding white snow storm came the silhouette of the draconian woman, apparently immune to the bitter wind that cut into the skin fore her heart cried for the scent that was too familiar to miss. The storm was blanching her skin and bluing her chattering lips. At first the two of them were little more than dark silhouettes against a sea of ivory and their barking was almost carried away in the howling wind. But as he neared his fur became discernible, thick and wintry in various shades of brown. She should be cold in this heaven sent snow but her serpentine body was on fire. It was in their natures to know when their blood was near, and once again fate managed to bring the two of them together.

Her pace slowed to a elegant trot against the strenght of the arctic before she came to a full half, one paw in front of the other. Warmth -- it spread through her being and light her like the night sky, spreading his scent , his aroma along her wet, frozen fur. Too long, blood. her voice was calm, assertive, as her lips chattered. I thought I would never see you again. she continued, a small piece of vulnerability, of familiarity slipping through her sonnates. The heathen returned her syounger kin formal approach, grazing her snout along his right shoulder, leaving bits of her natural perfume upon his thick winter fur.