Thou has slain the frozen dragon
02-09-2014, 09:17 PM
The lone female would make her way up an icy peak, the cold wind ruffling her taupe fur violently. She shivered slightly, body convulsing a few seconds before ceasing. The black and grey wisp stepped onto a glacier, paw pads cold and wet. She could not feel her own skin, for her body had seemed to go numb. The girl would slide down into a simple laying position, head resting delicately on her dainty paws. She searched the barren tundra for a single sign of one, simple wolf who happened to stumble upon the frozen land. She shook her small cranium and shrugged her broad shoulders before rolling over onto her thick coated spine and folding her paws up to her large chest. She wondered where all the canines were in this world, and began to think about her past. She saw flashes of red, blood splattering, eyes innocent. Heard bones grinding and breaking, painful yelps and whines, and wicked laughter. She whined and shoved her paws over her erect ears, making them fold down.