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Amrai's Clan

Lesser Lair

floating upon the

Frigid Floes

Clan Info

Frigid
Flows

Icicles, it seems, have appeared to be stuck in your throat. They catch with every inhalation, adding on to the steady throb of pain coursing through your body. If you hadn't fallen in one earlier, you might have compared the pain to a flow of a river. But with your cracked nails and claws with crystallized blood caking them, you figure humor is out the window. The only thing you can do now is survive, and even then that's getting harder by the day.

You don't know why you're here. All you know, all you think, is that the mountains and terrain here are build to kill. They're built to strike through the frostbitten nose, the mouth sealed shut. It's not meant for life. Which makes you wonder why anyone would live here. Maybe you could live later, tell the story to those who might listen. But you think you'll die before that happens. So maybe it's time to relax, and give in to the cold.

Close Your
Eyes

Talons of ice grip your heart as you walk through the knee high snow. It crunches beneath you, a steady pattern in a barren wasteland of rare trees, carcasses, and the ever occasional clan of dragons. There's no telling where you are, as the brightest star in the sky had set long ago, and you were now left with a thrumming sky for hours on end.
An almost imperceptible charge crackles in the air, and you can barely feel the prickling of eyes on the back of your neck. You must have stumbled onto someone's land again, you think with a stuttered consciousness, maybe they'll be more friendly than the last group.
A fae peels itself away from the snow infront of you, ebony colored bone horns protruding from it's skull. It's a wonder how you hadn't seen him sooner, but the smell of ozone wafting away from his body gives away the fact he was a magic user, a powerful one at that. The reptilian dragon tilts his head at you, ice-blind eyes narrowing in a way that shows he knows more than you in this current situation. A tongue flicks from his mouth, and words curl from his lips like a steam of breath on a cold night.
"Who are you?"