Post by Wolfdrake on Mar 4, 2007 19:18:10 GMT -5
The white dragon watched the blizzard from a hollowed out section of the glacier. For several days the storm had been blowing, maybe even weeks, for the snow had blocked all sight of the sky. Night equaled day. But Sleet didn't care. She was a wanted dragon, and the blizzard concealed her hiding place within the glacier. The smallish den shielded her from the winds, so turbulent that it could pick even the heaviest dragon off of the ground. All she had to prey on were small lemmings that occasionally wandered nearby.
To: The Blizzards, the Fall
To: The Blizzards, the Fall
