Asterion

One deep breath. Then another. Swirling patterns of frost played from the tips of his claws, climbing his scales. The cold that clung to him was second nature, barely there on the edge of his senses.

Breath in. Breathe out. The foggy cloud twisted through his claws, moisture falling together to form gem-like shards of ice. Like actors on a stage, the ice followed his silent will, hanging in the still air to reflect the warm sunlight into a masterpiece of dancing lights.

The stage was set. Actors in place, with foggy details creating the set. And the playwright himself, waiting with bated breathe for what was to come. He tried not to think of the many eyes watching him, tried to distance himself from the prying curiosity his strangeness would surely muster among these dragons he had no plans to interact with. He had a show to preform, no matter the cost.

The suspended ice shattered to fine flakes of snow with a single thought. In the next instant, the cold extreme was replaced by it's opposite, creating a blaze of small, fiery arrows scorching the air. A fury of fire and ice played in the open air, a battle of impossible creatures raging in front of a stunned audience. Despite his wishes, he could hear the gasps and appreciative murmurs of those watching.

uhhh wip

notes on my boy:
-not *technically* a dragon, but oh well
-one part stressed playwright, two parts fireball-licking dork, and a pinch of sarcasm
-technically offers his allegiance to Raum and Onasi equally, but he doesn't really care
-Icebound Salamander that has learned to manipulate fire as well as his natural-born element of ice primarily through an understanding of their fundamental similarities and making up for the difference
-doesnt have a crush might have a thing for Almadel but who's really looking?
-isnt very open about his true identity as a salamander for the obvious reason of he doesnt want people to know, dragons and salamanders dont get along
-joined the group due to being saved from a particularly bad troupe