Sons of winter chapter 8: Aleks of Nothing, Son of No One
It didn't help that very few icehowlers ranged past the snowdrift plains in the recent past. what used to be considered undesirable territory became the home of the turncoats.
Lab Stories: Tatyana's Treasure Under the Mountain
After being bombarded by stunning lights when he flew over one peak, he'd crashed landed in the middle of a snowdrift.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 155
He came in from the side, so his shadow wouldn't fall across the square of light fanning over the snowdrifts, and peeked inside.
Saved from Snowdrift
Soft layers of snow crunch beneath Penny’s feet. Her light steps balance her weight delicately upon the layers of sleet. She looks up at the sky, steady flakes of white trickle down onto her face, reminding her of the ice at home. As she surveys...
The Falconeer's Foxtrot (TDS Side #5)
She shuffled back to brace herself against the bales as snowdrift hauled himself up after her, mounting her just as nightshade had.
COLD ENDING
Dad, mom, skypouncer, snowdrift, snowfur. all gone, we have to fight and survive. i know it hurts hun, but we have to toughen it out and fight." dawnlight purred, using hir empathic powers to calm the distraught folf down.
Forever Love. Dissapointment.
"trys, that was yesai and my dad, they... they're stuck out on 160 in a snowdrift. they won't be able to get in until tomorrow." "oh, hon, i'm sorry. but they'll be here for our breakfast right?" "yeah, but they wont be here tonight."
The Cabin
There was no back door, and a snowdrift had sealed the shutters of the window firmly closed. she held a bundle in her arms. a makeshift sling kept it close to her body. a tiny kitten in the bundle squirmed, fussed and coughed.
Fired Up
Laboring to walk in snowdrifts which very nearly rose to his ears, warlock pressed on. his perseverance was rewarded with an old cabin nestled between snow-caked trees.
Dragon's Howl: Ambush
"i don't think we shall need to worry overmuch about them," ri'saad said, gesturing to the settling snowdrifts.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
He stood as white as the snowdrifts outside, black hair slicked backwards, trimmed to the nines around his ears and forehead. he truly did look like something straight from a fantasy novel, so starkly monochrome...
A night with my tiger
To me, he carried the flavor that he always did, a mild, crisp fragrance specific to the snowdrift plains where his kind used to roam free long ago, before the ember priests settled in and brought their fiery god with them.