Bismarck

Bismarck swam in the unforgiving sea for what felt like an eternity. His orange eyes glowed against his charcoal colored body. He had no idea on where he was going. He only knew that he had to swim to escape his fiery life. He had guards, but all of them gone, some drifted away, others dead. The water pulled him down for a moment, then his head breached the surface yet again. He had a hard time staying afloat, storm or not...

Bismarck had his eyes closed, his mind, paranoid. He reached his claw out of the water, and felt some slight resistance. He opened his eyes slowly, seeing the ice in front of him. Fractured, broken, floating away the ice was. Bismarck swam and lightly weaved through the icebergs. Eventually, he climbed onto a big piece of ice, and started traversing from there...

Bismarck made his way to land, and saw soil and plants. His orange eyes scanned the land for any life, but only seeing life within the trees. He felt as though he needed to keep walking, despite being cold and soaking wet. He let out a pained roar, though, it seemed as though none heard him. It didn't matter. There had be a clan out here somewhere, a home. Thus, he kept walking...

Bismarck's legs had become weak with exhaustion, though, he pushed on, until he had found a cave. He didn't know deep he had went inland, though, possibly farther than the trees. He saw a few shadows towards the end of the cave. As he carefully and slowly entered the cave, he could see writing on the cave walls. He read a few of the notes on the wall, but it didn't interest him. He passed by the rest of the writing very slowly, making sure not to disturb it...

Bismarck saw where the cave ended; a room. A room that was made with pure, clear ice. Though, it was just that; no furniture. There weren't any dragons that he had saw. He let out a few raspy chirps, trying to see if any dragon answered. Though, he heard no answer. He looked over towards a wall, and saw a tiny fae dragon with her wing stuck in the ice...

Bismarck slowly went near the fae, noticing the apparel she was wearing; mainly the birdskull mask on her head. The fae looked at him with a look of fear. Bismarck noticed the color of the fae's eyes; white. He slowly lifted one of his claws towards the fae, who pulled her unstuck wing away. Seeing how it had scared her, Bismarck instead lifted his paw under the fae, watching her feet rest on his paw pads. He then, with his other paw, began trying to carefully free the fae's wing...

After a while, Bismarck had freed the fae's wing. His orange eyes met the fae's white eyes. Bismarck's voice was raspy as he asked, "Little one, what is your name?" He couln't hear the fae at all, due to water being stuck in his ear. The fae seemed to notice that Bismarck didn't answer, so she flew near his ear, unclogged some of the water from his ear, and said softly, "I'm Jakia... Who are you?"

Bismarck carefully placed Jakia back in his paw, looking at her. "I'm... Bismarck." His raspy voice rang, as he looked at the ceiling. The fae must've unclogged his other ear, as he had started to hear talking, banter, gossip, all that kind of stuff. He saw that there wasn't just an ice room; it was the main room. He looked down, seeing Jakia pressing a few secret floor buttons. Then, a tiny table appeared right in front of her...

"Impressive, right? We had to have Alcor help us with the technological stuff." Jakia said with a hint of excitement, her white eyes looking up at Bismarck.