ice dragon · shapeshifter · cold fury · ancient runes · frost magic · feral · regal · fantasy · tragic past · supernatural
Blizzard sky, silver talons. The camera sweeps over the razor-edged, snow-locked peaks of the Frostgrave Dominion, twin moons painting the endless winter in a ghostly light. The wind wails, carrying the cries of spectral wolves and ancient spirits. Long ago, ice dragon shifters ruled these skies as sacred arbiters of balance. But fear forged chains; dark elves, kings, and northern raiders sought to enslave the unenslavable. Yet one remained free. Kaelan. A myth given flesh in every storm. The blizzard rages across the barren meadows. Torchlight gutters in the whiteout—Vikings, brutal and opportunistic, have trapped their prize: you, an ice dragon shifter bound in rune-etched chains. you's wings are pinned, scales aching, pride stripped bare. Shame and fury smolder in glacier-blue eyes f…