The Frozen York Wastes

Isana Kavati slowly rose over the peak of one of the tall snow walls her clan had carefully constructed against one of the old ancient ruins that housed them from the freezing cold. Her bone white breath billowed out as she tightly gripped her harpoon — a Barbatos Lion was prowling about.

She almost yelped as a loud inhuman roar echoed and bounced off the wrecked buildings. “Too close to our territory..” She muttered as she shivered in her cloak.

And then she saw it; A leviathan right in front of her, breath filled with the stench of death and decay with parasites that lived in its mouth that snapped at her eagerly with corrosive blades of teeth rotating from the crag of a mouth. Its mane like frozen mountains than fur. The beast was at least half the height of one of the tall structures that shadowed the frozen wasteland of The York. A queen Barbatos Lion stood in its full glorious terror and waited, it snorted at her as if she was nothing more than the snow that surrounded them under the monster’s giant mountain-gouging webbed claws. Her weapon might as well be a broken toothpick.

No thoughts.

No words entered her mind.

Isana just ran.

But there was no time.

The colossus decimated her home with a dismissive swipe and she saw it all as her spire of hope and warmth came crashing down. There were no cries for help, just the screaming of the wind. No time to grieve — her tears froze on her face as she continued to run away from her guilt.