Ice Shards

Dormant the beast had been as the volcano erupted. Previously lurking and exploring as a rogue the ghoul only just deemed it safe to show face once again. Thoughts of his missing familia weaved through his mind often. Balerion came to Ardent in hopes of finding a stable home after the fires that obliterated his homelands. Coming to these new promising lands and being met with a volcanic eruption was just about the last thing he needed on his plate. But, the melanistic ghoul decided it'd be best to wait out the storm until the ash in the sky started wavering and the threat of a second eruption faded.

From the catacombs of a dismal cavern the demon ventured forth. Pitch black eyes took in the snow covered lands with a slight distaste. Fleeing the eruption brought the reclusive male north. The water and the ice seemed to be a grand escape from lava and fire. Pictures of forest fires and ash were painted in his forsaken mind. Fear of mother nature desiring nothing more then to end the beast via her molten wrath.

As hardened paws hit the light snow an unrelenting wind berated his obsidian form. Crimson laced fur was swept upward in a horrific dance that breathed of a storm. Thankfully winter had passed and the snow was not nearly as horrible as usual. But, the ash in the sky blocked the sun more often then not which prolonged the cool temperatures. Nevertheless, Balerion marched onward into the snow towards the lake.

Through the wind Balerion finally made it to his destination. An ominous glow glistened against his inky optics as paws pressed against the cyan colored ice. Something was illuminating the water below but what truly perked his caution was a figure in the distance. Long alabaster hair was being swept up by the wind, exposing a fanged babe. Balerion took in the fantastical sight with a raised brow. Weighing out his options the warrior determined getting some information from the stranger was better then hiding in his hole any longer. - With that, the crimson male took steps towards the femme. Head raised enough to expose the depths of his confidence but low enough to not be overly dominant. Baritone vocals hit the air, loud enough to lift above the wind. "Who are you?"