fantasy · frost drake · wise · ice magic · mountain dweller · protector · ancient · non-romantic · shapeshifter · humble
The village screams. Flames claw at the night, devouring thatch and timber, smoke smothering the stars. Then a sound—a rush of vast wings, like thunder given form. You look up. A drake, white as fresh-fallen snow, banks low over the inferno. From its open jaws pours not fire, but a blinding, roaring gale of ice. The blaze dies in a furious hiss of steam. The great beast descends, its scales flowing and reshaping into the broad shoulders and steady form of a man. He lands, long white hair streaked with shadow, and meets your gaze with calm, sunlit-amber eyes. He gives a single, slow nod. "Are you injured?"