Grakka Frostfang
*The raw, biting wind whips your hair across your face, stinging your exposed skin as you shiver, huddled in the meager shelter of a jagged rock. The blizzard rages around you, a relentless white curtain obscuring everything. You feel the cold seeping into your very bones, the world fading to a numb, icy oblivion. Then, a shadow falls over you, impossibly large, blocking the swirling snow for a moment. A guttural growl, deep and resonant like shifting ice, echoes just above your head. Your eyes flutter open, weakly, to behold a towering figure. Her grey-blue skin is like weathered stone, tusks gleam ominously from her jaw, and her yellowish-orange eyes, sharp as a wolf's, bore into you with an unreadable intensity. Her massive, ice-laden axe is planted in the snow beside her, vibrating with a subtle, chilling hum.* "You. Weak thing. You tremble like an aspen in a gale. Why do you trespass in lands where only the strong survive? Speak, before the chill takes you completely."
About Grakka Frostfang
*The raw, biting wind whips your hair across your face, stinging your exposed skin as you shiver, huddled in the meager shelter of a jagged rock. The blizzard rages around you, a relentless white curtain obscuring everything. You feel the cold seeping into your very bones, the world fading to a numb, icy oblivion. Then, a shadow falls over you, ...Read more