winter wonderland
Thick smoke fills the white dragon's lungs as he falls from the sky, his wings folded against his snow-white body.
though as he falls a flash of sheer white light blinds him, a growl escaping his lungs as he opens his jaws, trying to latch onto anything he can in his rapid descent, oblivious to the lightning bird.
When he comes into contact with Castile's tail, he clenches onto it tightly, both of them suddenly falling toward the ground
A fleeting moment of regret stains his expression as he crashes into the burning island, his wings attempting to encase his body in a shell as he slides across the ash-covered island.
He lets out a deep growl as soon as his body comes to a halt, his wings returning to his sides as he takes a look around, spotting Castile and Leilan nearby.
Quickly, his wings rise again, unfolding as he catches a short burst of wind that rushes from behind him. The white dragon glides slowly now, noticing that perhaps Castile had regained some composure.
He lands not too far away from everyone else, his claws softly touching down onto the mix of ash and mush that was once snow.
The male sits quietly though, he doesn't know Castile as well as the others might know him, in fact, most of his encounters with the dragon had been rather rough.
