(No thanks, terrorist)

[Inkoven]

It was a typical autumn day at The Lawn when tragedy struck.
One moment, chickens were pecking at the carefully crafted feed mix their tender Gardenia had strewn about.
The next, an innocent hen was shot dead by a stray ice bullet from an enraged Drakanite.

Following the grim opener, and a refusal to apologize to the mercilessly slaughtered bird, many-a-battles took place.
The proprietor tried to deescalate, to no avail. 

People, animals, plants, the earth, the buildings..
All were indiscriminately attacked, battered.

Following Winterfrost's departure, the gardener had restored the land she so loved to its former state.

Posted on The Lawn's Notice Board.

"You have taken the life of a chicken with no remorse, and now you intend to impose your greed further? If it is acceptance and a home you crave as so claimed, our arms are open to you, Winterfrost. There will be no yearly payment to such a cause as the one you currently fight for."

[ForgetTheUnknown]

It was a typical autumn day at The Lawn when tragedy struck.
One moment, chickens were pecking at the carefully crafted feed mix their tender Gardenia had strewn about.
The next, an innocent hen was shot dead by a stray ice bullet from an enraged Drakanite.

Following the grim opener, and a refusal to apologize to the mercilessly slaughtered bird, many-a-battles took place.
The proprietor tried to deescalate, to no avail. 

People, animals, plants, the earth, the buildings..
All were indiscriminately attacked, battered.

Following Winterfrost's departure, the gardener had restored the land she so loved to its former state.

Posted on The Lawn's Notice Board.

"You have taken the life of a chicken with no remorse, and now you intend to impose your greed further? If it is acceptance and a home you crave as so claimed, our arms are open to you, Winterfrost. There will be no yearly payment to such a cause as the one you currently fight for."

The Winter Drake remained dormant for now....Licking his wounds, preparing for the next hunt, and to proceed with stripping away what is deemed unfit for his body. He only sought validation from those that -appreciate- his existence. Today was the final straw, and those who wronged him will see the hidden side of Winterfrost that he kept hidden for so long; that of anger, of wrathfulness, the urge to solve things with violence.

"- Fifty thousand, or Jaherr would be taken and be sold in exchange for a trinket from the treasury of the Nobles. It isn't personal, Gardenia."

[tenias]

Names hold power, they move man and shape nations.

My name has power, Winterfrost.

And it has been misused.


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At the break of dawn, Winterfrost has been slain.
Natlan claims what is left of his property.