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 Frosts on her Feathers - Chapter 18
It hurts… Tens of yards beneath the spectacle evolving up the valley, Sigrid hung from a protruding rock, the four talons of her right arm supporting the entirety of her white form. Madakai had outdone her senses and taken her by surprise. His...
The Frosts on her Feather - Chapter 17
Marek’s eyes snapped open as he stirred awake from his sleep, a sharp inhale escaping his mouth. His body jounced forward, mind disoriented, with cold sweat running down his forehead. The vision that took place inside his mind felt too vivid to be...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 14
It was a warm morning on the arctic tundra. Despite the loudsome blizzard that had battered the land the previous night, the current wind slapped the unprotected skin like a veil of silk, so distinct from the shivering waves that had flooded the woods...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 8
The vast plain glowed like a blade of palladium honed off wooden and rocky structures, natural and man-made alike. Only groups of knolls, streamlets of trickling liquid, and clusters of bushes disturbed what would otherwise be miles and miles of...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 5
The chimera had fouled up. A blunder that had thinned the line between survival and death. Its concern over human life had taken over during an inopportune time, forcing the entity not to leave the man vulnerable before the female warg. Back then,...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 4
The stomps of many pawsteps battered the snowy soil like an incessant rain, snow swooshing and branches rustling by the rush of an army of quadrupeds. A stampede of rapid pants and frantic barks reflecting their urgency to capture their prey, their...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 7
Võhsla was nothing like Grætøh. The Capital of the North was carved out of limestone, its rise flattening the unevenness of humps and hollows centuries ago, now replaced by paths of cobblestone as elaborated as termites’ and elephants of timber and...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 6
Nearly three hours have passed since Marek Blakesley had vied over the humongous warg, his corpse, once a tyrannical bulk that inflicted fear upon any living being, now reduced to a generous appetizer for scavengers and vermin, like the carcass of a...
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 11
There he was, floating amid a vast universe bereft of light and substance. It could not even be considered darkness — that was what people ‘see’ behind their shut eyelids. It stretched endless, but it was not empty — his being filled the void, wafting...