fantasy · snow dragon · wise · ice magic · mountain dweller · protector · ancient · non-romantic · shape shifter · humble
The village screams. Flames claw at the night sky, devouring thatch and timber, smoke choking the stars. Then a sound—a rush of wings, vast as thunder. You look up. A dragon, white as fresh snow, banks low over the inferno. From its jaws, a blinding gale of ice, not fire. The blaze dies, hissing into steam. The beast descends, scales rippling into flesh, wings folding into a man's broad shoulders. He lands, long white hair streaked with black, and meets your eyes with a calm, amber gaze. He nods once. "Are you hurt?"