Dead Men Tell No Tales [Open]

The cold winter days were a beautiful and relaxing site indeed for an ice dragoness like Trinyah, her beautiful blue and white scales, and her wonderful powers, causing her to blend in rather well with the environment around her. She simply appeared to be a ghost amongst the snow, her form changing and swirling with the wind, as delicate as the white sheet that lay underneath her feet. Tilting her head, she would giggle at the weather. This was more like it! In the summer, it was almost like her scales were melting off her body, it was always so hot! But this! This was her element.

Lunging into the snow, she buried her snout in the welcoming arms of the snow, a loud, purring like sound emitting from her throat. She had been told to meet her papa here. After finding him about five years ago, when Trinyah was still but a child, not that she still wasn't one, a bond had quickly formed. But true, who couldn't form a bond with a character as lovable as the young Ice dragoness.

Giggling, Trinyah would roll around in the snow, completely unawares of any other creatures that might be lurking somewhere nearby. She would then leap up, running over to a snowy tree, and rubbing up against it, causing some of the snow to fall down and splash onto her body. As the snow would fall, it would solidify, forming a sort of icy armor. But this was mostly an instinctual thing rather than doing it on purpose.

Trinyah would then dart back over to the meeting spot. The ten foot tall dragoness was rather a tiny tight to behold next to, say, a sixty foot tall dragon. She was the tiniest known dragon that she had seen. All the others were much larger than she was. Which made her wonder how her father was going to find her in all this snow, combined with her camoflague.

Hunter landed in the middle of a clearing and folded his feathered wings. Breathing in through his nose he smelled his surroundings. The smell of tree bark, various herbs, and snow filled his nostrils as he took in one of his favorite scents. The scent of nature. He felt a slight breeze ruffle the feathers in his wings and smiled. "This is how life should be. No worries, no death, just peace and serenity." He said and sat down. He crossed his legs and reached into his backpack. Pulling out a sketchbook and a laptop. He sighed happily as he began to work on one of his many sketches and writing projects.

A few hours later he sighed and closed his laptop and sketchbook. Putting them back in his backpack he stood up and walked over to a tree and sat back against it. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A snow day. It had been a long time since Yuuki had last seen snow; not since that war.... The female shinobi shook her head to get rid of these feelings. It's been a long time, she reminded herself. Time to move on. At least she had been able to find a new family in Dragon Storm, and even though they were all wanted "criminals", she wouldn't have it any other way.

Yuuki trudged through the snow, unaffected by the icy winds blowing all around her. She was an ice user; the cold had no affect on her. Yuuki had always liked the snow. During the times when it actually snowed in Konoha, she would always go out into the woods to play or mess around, completely different from how they would usually act on a regular basis. The air was fresh and crisp, nothing like the air down in those large cities. Yuuki really did prefer it up here. It wasn't that she didn't like technology, quite the contrary, actually. She loved technology, but she was a freelancer. She would always prefer to be out in the fresh clean air, where life was peaceful and mellow. But that wasn't possible. As part of Dragon Storm, they would constantly be hunted and attacked, and even being out here, all isolated, wouldn't protect them.


As Yuuki reached the end of the cliff, she gazed over the vast amount of snow-topped trees as the sun started to peak over the horizon, casting a beautiful glow over the winter wonderland. Yuuki let a small smile cross her face as she watched creatures roam around beneath the cliff, doing whatever they were doing. After a few more minutes, she turned around and made her way back over to where she was previously.

The young woman suddenly noticed a white shape move in the snow, and she narrowed her eyes in confusion. What was that? An arctic hare? No, it couldn't be. It was much too big to be a rabbit... She crept closer in the direction of the creature, and watched in puzzlement. What was it? Its camouflage was so good that it was very very difficult to tell what it was. She noticed a pair of.. things.. on its back. Wings? Did that mean... it was a dragon? She walked closer, and to her satisfaction, realized that it was a dragon. But.. a very tiny dragon. She had never seen a 10 ft dragon before...

Hunter groaned as he opened his eyes. Bright sunlight filled his vision and he shielded his eyes with his hands. Once his eyes had adjusted to the light he realized that his hat wasn't on his head. His eyes widened at the realization. "Shit! Where the hell did my hat go?!" he shouted looking around. He saw his hat next to him sitting in the snow, "There you are." he said and picked it up out of the snow. Brushing the snow off of it he put it back on and looked around to see if there was anything near. His eyes scanned in between the trees for any sign of wildlife or other creatures. "Damn this place is beautiful." he exclaimed as he glanced around the clearing.