The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 3
Suicide. That was how the reports of disappearances that happened at night were signed. Biased terrain benefited their children; its heavy snow made up for a hampering trap impossible to circumvent, and the canopy and mist shrouded predators from the...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 2
Let’s spin contrary to the hands of time, going back two days before the skirmish with the fake wyverns. Rather than swinging steel, the fighter who would come across the mad fauna rode his way to the North. From his mount, he descried how the green...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 1
The Frostscape — The Everfrozen Land. Located in the northernmost region of the continent of Gebaten, the arctic region stood as the only bridge between the continental shelf and the Icing Boundary — A fortress of unbreakable ice that marked...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 16
Marek found himself back in the embrace of masonry walls and linen blankets. Little did he know about his whereabouts: His body rested over a notably uncomfortable bed, too stiff for his liking, but definitely not one of the bunks from the guild,...
The Frosts on her Feathers - Chapter 19
The blazing sphere glowed with intensity, its radiance soothing the mountains and their inhabitants after the snowstorm that unceasingly beat them last dusk, a daily reminder that even the foot of the Icing Boundary was not free of the ever-vigilant...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 23
“Now that the aberrant trouble has been taken care of, and we're about to immerse ourselves in a carnal affair, it's about time you know more about the demideity you'll be soon adoring." After bewitching Marek in the path among the two...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 24
She had practically exhausted all her options. “Asht bugh… No, no that way…” Like a windmill before a storm, she stood against the steadfast wind, harmless on its own and as dangerous as a fan slap, but on its back, it carried an invisible and...
The Frost on her Feather - Chapter 32
There it loomed, lofty and awe-inspiring, the place wherein his future reposed agog; a future held pressed underneath a trap of claws. ‘You’ll recognize it when you see it’ had been Georg’s words; the Governor knew that wasting breath on something...