Today, spring retreats.

Today, winter reigns. In the depths of the Steppe the massive stallion stands, his head bowed against the howling wind, eyes narrowed against the blizzard. It surprises him, this weather. Birdsong is warm this year, and the other lands have long since lost their last coating of snow, yet today, in the far depths of the Steppe, Frostfall rules triumphant again.

The black leviathan's limbs are sunk up to the knees in snow, and it accumulates in great drifts around his body. He shakes it off, keeps moving, his legs aching and groaning at the effort of uprooting them from the snow. Flakes drive into his eyes despite their narrowed state, and he can't seem to work out which direction they're coming from to alter his position accordingly - it is coming from everywhere.

Why doesn't he just leave, head to warmer, dryer lands, many will wonder? Because he wants to fight. Last time he fought in the snow, he found it difficult, slippery and awkward and unpleasant. He does not feel as though he fully learnt how to conquer the adverse conditions, and the leviathan is determined to conquer all weather patterns. When he is king, he expects he will be fighting in all manner of different conditions, and he must ensure he is capable of handling each and every one. He will keep fighting in the snow until he defeats it, and there's determination etched into each hard, handsome line of his face.

Vérzés is curled up on his back, dozing - the cold hardly affects him, given his thick scales. Vadir adores the snow, and she flies low above the duo with her scales glimmering magnificently in what little weak sunlight can penetrate the thick flurry of flakes. She blasts flame from her mouth, burning the snow around her, revelling in the control she has over this particular element - she adores her fire, and has an almost childlike enthusiasm regarding it.

Volterra's massive head lifts and he bellows a war-cry to the heavens, praying there is somebody else determined enough - or stupid enough - to join him in fighting in these adverse conditions.

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Teaching spar for @Abaddon !

Set in the Frostbreath Steppe in a heavy snowstorm. Up to you about magic and companions :)

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