sic semper tyranis

A titanic violet figure cut through the blinding expanse of white, thick fur buffeted by biting winds. Striding across the northernmost tip of the continent with a scowl, lilac gaze narrowed against the icy shards of snow swept from the hard packed drifts beneath his paws. There was a massive structure outlined against the horizon that he sought at the moment, a lone figure of ice and stone amidst the sprawling expanse of coastal plains. Long legs carried the young male forth, his elegant crown held low between his shoulders and muzzle canted to one side as he fought against the prevailing winds.

Nearly the instant he found himself within the shadow of the ancient cathedral, the winds ceased. The temperature in the shade of its immense bulk dropped several degrees. Grunting at the sudden chill, the amaranth male blinked away the flakes of snow and ice from his lashes as he tipped his skull up, up, up to examine the sheer size of the building. Encased in inches-thick ice, which was frosted over to obscure the details of the masonry. Slowly he pivoted, catching sight of the leaning archway that faced the northern sea. Another quiet, contemplative grunt. Off he went, moving in a slow circle through the shade as he sought a chink in the frigid armour, hoping to gain entry into the ancient cathedral and examine its interior.