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The wind howls loudly on a barren landscape of only what appears to be an extremely thick slab of ice and snow. It is so cold that only a few browned grasses can be seen growing on the icy ground. A blizzard had formed overnight, coating the frosty ground with another layer of hardened snow. The air is cold; Warmth only give to those who were fit to live in such a harsh land. Trudging through the snowy land would prove difficult to do, as the snow could easily give way to the icy waters underneath.

Laying on the ice was a frozen dragon with small feathered wings, mouth frozen open. Ice clung to its body, hiding any warmth it may have had. Indeed, the odd sight was alive, but had fallen asleep. An icy purple colored being, resting in a barren landscape that was traveled often, as there were footprints and such in the newly fallen snow even now.

Siera's footprints joined the mass as she trudged on. Like mny times before her aim was to be alone. After all, most dragons went ahead and steered clear of dragons connected with darkness.

Not looking as to where she was going she ran face-first into the frozen dragon, disturbing some snow that had settled on the icicle's back. Before realizing that the dragon was asleep Siera had time to blurt out a few words.
"My deepest apologies, I didn't realize.. you.. were...."

The dragon stirs slightly, iced eyes moving to look at the other dragon. It was frozen stiff, but very much alive. It didn't seem to be worried, but cold air comes from its mouth and nose.