The Winterking

[××Eris××]

Name:
Darsor

Title:
Winterking

Breed:
i dont give a damn, i am forsaken

Age:
i am 3024 but no matter, i will live forever anyways

Abilities:
i have the power over ice and water. i am able to establish mental links with others. i am reavers' soul sibling.

Color:
black with tinges of icy blue and white at the edges of my body

Markings:
none

Alliance:
i dont care. but others think i am dark

Personality:
I am the Winterking, i bow to no one and no one will bow to me. no, they will fall over themselves for me.

History:
i was the second in command in Reaver's mega herd, we have had eachother's backs for over one thousand years.

(here is the poem i wrote for him)

Ice peirces your skin,
Water melts your defenses,
Snow steals your heat.

The chill has entered your bones,
Movement is no longer an option.
There is no escape from the fate he has chosen for you now.

The Winterking has arrived.

Your heart stops beating,
It can no longer move,
It is incased in ice.

Frostbite nips at your limbs,
You are being destroyed,
but there is no helping it.

The Winterking has arrived.

You feel his frigid breath on the back of your neck,
You shudder and gasp,
His frosty hands rest upon your shouders.

There is no other way,
You are going to freeze to death,
In this glacial wasteland within your mind.

The Winterking has arrived.

He speaks to you,
His voice is soft,
He says one word.

Goodbye.

You are gone.
You are no longer.
You are dead.

The Winterking has arrived.
(this poem is haleaswanson)