Minta

Leaping from a sliding glacier in the Frigid Floes, she took the chance to join the Ice Flight. The Water Flight was too immersed, as her right wing is torn, swimming was a difficulty. Leaving the clan was not a problem, as all Minta‘s family perished in war between Fire and Ice in a desperate need of food epidemic. Slowly transitioning to ice, it changed dramatically; Her wings were weighted with snow. During the period of this, dragons from the Ice Flight didn’t recognise her and questioned if it were a new whelp. She turned away, disregarding the dragons and ran. Minta didn‘t know where she was pushing, but the weather of the Ice caused her feet to numb by unexperience. As if it was growing worse, she collapsed. Bringing snow as she was taking against sliding down a hill. She had to escape an avalanche. Flightless, running was the only option. Something passed at a glimpse. The sound of beating wings flowed with the powerful snowstorm as wind brushes snow off the mountain skirt. Being brought to the sky, Minta passed out. She soon woke up in a cave with hanging icicles, laying on a pile of dried leaves, startled by conciousness. She was flought by a dragon in the nearby clan. A long, blue flowing tail switched from side to side like a cat, peering through a gap of ice-dusted rocks. Minta was curious, so she crawled to a small gap to escape. The morning sun was warm, making it easy to forget the cold. The scent was fresh like leaves. Pine trees sprinkled with heavy branches of snow surrounded the clan territory. Abruptly, Minta hid to a nearby oak tree, she climbed for a better view. Constantly slipping and falling, she eventually reached a branch. There are rough, white mountains in view of a grey-blue drakaina nesting for her eggs. It was the Snowsquall Tundra. Living this new lifestyle, she must learn and consent the rules. She had a lot to learn and a lot to explore. Discarding the memories of The Sea of a Thousand Currents previously.

By Iceryuu