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Random Event Dragons are not the only creatures that reign in this world in two forms: free and large, small and companion. No, zephyrs also call claim to this world.
One zephyr, particularly, feels himself the king. He is massive and glorious in his winterous splendor. Each of his feathers are blue, ranging from the most dark of hues to the lightest, near-whites. His eyes are large and sharp, a deep and majestic cerulean in color. He is handsome as the sun shines on him, his claws digging into ice and snow to keep him balanced on the mountainside. He is large, his mere presence domineering. The Frostbreathe Steppe is his kingdom, but this king is greedy.
Large, icy wings spread and a glorious beak opens, calling his decision into the cold sky. Frostfall is always present here in the north, in this king's home, for it is the most glorious of seasons. The king, in all of his nobility, has decided that the snow and ice should reign everywhere.
No one could stop him. The gods were busy. He would be paid no mind.
Icy talons released their clutch on the mountainside and he took to the skies, his brilliant blue feathers glistening and gleaming in the winter sun. Cerulean eyes flicked wide, dark beak opening again to scream into the midday air. Here I come, he declared.
Ice and snow fell from the tips of his massive feathers, coating the ground beneath him. In his wake, large clouds drifted behind him. Each cloud was thick, largely pregnant with snow and ice. Clicking his beak with pleasure, the zephyr king continued his flight from the Frostbreathe Steppe to the ends of the Dragon's Throat. He coated Helovia in another winter, blissfully and righteously. His shadow hovered over each territory of Helovia, spreading Frostfall to cling on for another round. |
the Rift
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Winter's Reign
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04-15-2016, 07:17 PM
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