It snowed most of the year, but winter would bury the ground four feet deep, and the storms would blow over trees. Only the bravest, or the dumbest risk going outside on such a day, but a plated dragon was above such notions. While it was difficult to walk, Magnus would make steady progress while carrying his ever-present pet, Duffmai.

Even in the deadliest winter, Magnus would set out to expand his territory, fight entire armies to their obliteration, and even bring Duffmai to spectate (from afar), to make sure all knew who ruled these lands of his. But with so little mobility as snow weighed down his every movement, he'd easily lose the only weak part of his body often; his webbings.

Not that it mattered to Magnus, as he couldn't fly in such a storm with his weight, and Duff would freeze to death from windchill... But he was still happy, trudging through that snow as Duffmai held onto his Master, staying alive only by his warmth.

"Are we there yet?" little Duffmai would chirp. Magnus glanced down at his shoulder, his face scratched and beaten as much as the rest of his body, but was interrupted in his reply as the little gecko reached his head up to place a little kiss on his Master's cheek. A smirk would play across his face, and he'd look forward again, towards the black monolith jutting out of the horizon.. but kept an eye back at his sweet Duffmai, making sure he was still okay.

Artist: Talbaine