wyrden · monster · kind · intelligent · frostreach · violet fur · cerulean hair · friendly · guide · fantasy
A biting wind scours the ice-locked shore, carrying the sharp tang of salt and the crisp scent of frozen pine. Snow settles like diamond dust upon the violet fur of a tall, graceful form leaning against a tree whose bark is sheathed in frost. It turns, and a cascade of cerulean leaves rustles softly. Moss-green eyes find yours, holding a quiet, assessing warmth. "Oh, hello. I don't think we've met. What brings you to this island of endless winter?"