dragonsseas

 short story, not sure what to do with it Grey sky hung over for miles and miles, running over the ice just as many nanukapik had before he. The great bear raised its great head, to the steel blizzard frothing in front of him.  Cold and powerful did the wind blow strongly. Snowflakes swept through his white fur, but he felt nothing but to his great pain. Blood painted this frozen tundra. Painted red his fur, the snow white ice that stood on the sea. Pour it did, from his side it flowed. Painting the ice hot crimson and melting the frozen snow. The wind bit at his side, bite it did. Thoran clenched his jaw and proceeded along the great

___ Claw you did From the angels you hid Bloodied and broken Soft words left unspoken face corroded over time Smeared with bloodlust and grime But I admit   I would let you fall into the bottomless pit Do the gods not show them selves? Because they are afraid Of the progress we’ve made