[Frost Dragon]

Blake Skelt
Deviant Grafix
Somewhere in the western rocky mountains
ARPer’s: None
Today makes a whole decade, Blake though while he etched another line onto the walls. The icy cave had a deep scratch in the walls reaching down to the rock below the layer of ice for every month Blake had been away from home. Satisfied with his 120th mark, he went to a drawing pad, one of his oldest. He reached next to the pad, but he found his pencils were missing. “What the- of course they are”, he said. What a stupid time to have to go outside, he said while looking into the snow outside. If the pencils had rolled out of the cave, they could all be at the bottom, probably broken. Well, no use in just sanding around. He set off for the town at the foot of the mountain. He would just have to take some more.

Name: Frost Telset
Umecit, Nexen
ARPer’s: Watching doesn’t effect people.

Thank god, it stopped. Frost’s search just seemed to be getting interrupted more and more these days. What the heck was that, anyway? He had been flying for about an hour when a horrible noise came through the air. It distracted him and, in turn, caused him to crash into the ground. “I swear,” he said while turning towards the souce of the noise, “if there was no good reason for that-” However, he cut himself off when he say what was going on. Antivity. The last time I saw them this far from Velvod was… No. Don’t think about it. It’s for your own good. It appeared to be a fight between a couple of sonas and antivity. As far as he could tell, the sonas were winning. If they want to fight, let them. They’re winning anyway. There’s no need to help someone who doesn’t need it. Yet for some reason, he stayed and watched.

OOC: It's short and not that good, but it is a start.