08-06-2016, 07:33 PM
LET ME IN THE WALL YOU'VE BUILT AROUND.
WE CAN LIGHT A MATCH, AND BURN IT DOWN.
The warmth of the progressing season had been halted by a sudden, icy storm that had lasted mere hours - but it had laid a gentle, powdery layer of snow on the many vibrantly blooming flora and fauna that had begun to fill the permafrost-encrusted plain since the massive annual snow-melt.
Alas, the heavy cloud cover drifts away with a heavy gust of wind, and now the pale sunlight casts its shadow over the land. The delicate ice crystals glimmer beneath the light, and a soft but still polarizing breeze carries through, soothing him but it is still a startling reminder of the heavy winter that had only just recently been left behind.
A gentle tug in the very back of his mind urges him from his afternoon complacency, and his burning eyes of crimson peer across the land with careful deliberation. The mild pull draws him from the shadows of a nearby cave, in which he had tucked his behemoth body within as shelter from the impromptu storm. His heavy, muscled legs carry him with deft agility as his pace quickens, matted tresses bouncing in the wind that weaves throughout each matted lock.
He pulls himself closest to the tall, icy border that lines their frigid kingdom - built entirely of ice, both intimidating and remarkable, and it radiates a numbing iciness that reminds him of his ice-wielding days. Oh, how he longs for it again.
Stiffening, he slows his pace to a quiet lope, leaving heavy imprints in the gentle dusting of snow beneath him. Following the heavy boundary, something new emerges - a quiet, solemn but altogether passive figure lingering near to the border. Though he is massive in comparison, he lowers his thick neck for a moment to better gauge the stranger. A faint smile pulls at the corner of his whiskered lips, while his brow furrows slightly, bemused.
"I have not seen you before, but somehow you have seen me - haven't you? My name is Offspring. What can I do for you?" He does not mention any claim to his royal title; something tells him that the blue-tinted splattered black sabino knows of it already.
OFFSPRING
THE FIRE AND ICE KING OF THE TUNDRA