The pure frost was encrusted with crimzon blood. The mismembered tail lay motionless. He lay in the cold, hardly able to move and alone. He looked to side, a red sea spitting from his head. His vision was blurry and his limbs heavy and barely working. Struggling, he heaved his body up. He could barely make out his surroundings. He slowly limped off, hissing under his head each step. Not long, after he'd collapse to the ground. He lay here, knowing he'd get nowhere and that all was left to do was to die. A voice came from behind him: "Hello?"

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ice dragon man dies 2020 colourised