Lioness of Prideless
Played by Naboo

Powder blew across the tundra and occasionally picked up into a flurry of white that would rise high into the sky and collapse, float around and then disperse until her coat was covered with a small sheen of glistening, melting snow. Her back had a small cap that occasionally broken when she moved, though having stood here and looked into the nothing that awaited her, she found it particularly hard to find her enthusiasm to continue exploring. That and she was cold; dragons (or so she told herself so that she wouldn't seem as whiny) didn't like the cold. The loathsome feeling of her toes needing to be moved to keep blood circulating had left her particularly grumpy, as had the sound and the feel of the snow compacting beneath her feet. Her toes crunching every time they moved and her footprints were left embedded into the crusty and hard snow that was beginning to turn to ice where she'd squashed it, despite some of the snow blowing over it and filling in a few of the gaps to create breaks in her trail.

Only one redeeming quality of the land was that she wondered what it would be like to spill the flesh and blood of a creature here, to paint the snow red in a manner which matched her pelt and her sanguine heart. While she is pondering this, stranded in the middle of shitsville Aesseldar, it comes to her attention that another has joined her. The tightness in her jaws is realized as her hard yellow gaze falls upon him and scrutinizes, ears sliding slightly backwards and towards the side of her skull as he spoke - and briefly she wondered what the hell a cara mia was.

Mild bemusement flashes across her face as her lips part, tongue sliding across the darkened portion of her muzzle before crawling back to the cradle between her teeth, breath steeping lightly within her lungs which burned from the cold but her voice rasped and growled lowly. "Apparently I'm as stupid as you are," The callous and crass answer to his question, her gaze shifting among the swirling patters of his face momentarily. "for thinking I could find anything worthwhile in this desolate waste." The normal and habitual movement of her claws into earth was met with the soft punch into the snow and then they stuck, unable to knead and expressly move her toes in the manner which she desired, causing her breath to heave dramatically from her jaws with irritation. "Unless you've got a surprise that may make it worth my while?" The lilt of her voice changing and rising a little, daring him to entertain her even of for a moment, trying to escape that grievous befouling which had so tainted her mood.

@Nazario
art by ki-re, code by naboo