Feet dig in, the frost below giving her a good footing even in the sand. Before the ship is launched back into the seas, shattering apart in the impact.

Her body shakes once more, huffing as her arms return to the ground to march along the shore.

A different beast waits for survivors to return.

Knights. Whom killed a young bull, but perished in the process.

Even a rusted crown still rests upon the stone.

With patience, she approaches a burrow in the snow of near-icy nature, her warm breath spills to melt it away, to reveal eggs gently nested beneath the snow.

Dragons, depicted being followed by the nomadic peoples who chase the winter.

Some of the antlers from the fallen skulls still remain decorated with tingling bells and beads. Feathers braided beautifully with red theread still flank the Story Stone, tingling against a tale of a great king and his~>

Patas, otrora fueron coloridas. Pero ahora se camuflan en la nieve, y su corona de hueso silba en el viento.

Arrastra su voz un corneteo agudo que sacude su cornamenta, haciendo eco en el bosque. No habla. Los puristas como ella evitan la lengua del hombre.

La hembra se alza. Pasando de cuadrúpeda a bípeda. Una posición de alarma que muestra los grandes brazos escamados, blindados con osteodermas como láminas de piedra.

Se notan las arrugas de una bestia cerca del fin de sus dias. Plumas que la cubren del cuello a la cola, saltándose las grandes~>

A loud Tunk as she shoves him with her Snout. He is very visible. If a bit stretched out horizontal because of her wide field of view.

Her body stretches up. Leaned on her tail, she snatches the mistletoe. The big girl's immune to toxins, and she eats parasites and sick trees.

On it. Her weight felling it from the very root before being torn down. As her beaked mouth tears apart at the wood before scanning the dire wolf.

Hoofing shakes the earth. A small wave of dusty snow around her forearms. Antlers whistle in the air.

And fur-like feathers indicate she is some sort of prehistorical beast. A feathered reptile of some sort.

Her warm breath coats his servos, as he is carefully observed.

It's like standing before a moose. Unsure of what he's watching.