#frostxcsnow

       "Itegami--"

                Though her kindred may have been scattered,                 one by one they found their way back to her,                 and to each she welcomed home. Gentle pads                 of pallid digits flattened against the ox's visage,                 mouth creasing skyward.

Winters touch rarely effected the volcanic island of beasts that roamed through the seas. It was never cold enough for frost to cover the outermost layer of rock, there was never a large enough contrast for mist to rise from the bubbling lava below.

It was simply so by design, the Demon Lord having very little tolerance for the cold and snow. She thrived in heat and fire, and she rarely ventured places where snow stuck to the ground.

And it was just as rare to find a creature of the tundra lands to the north visiting her island.

A chill had descended upon his cave, one that was not caused by evil or malicious intent. It was not the cold felt when demons approached, no, this was much purer then that. It was crisp, clean, and instinctively made him recoil. Cold like this killed snakes, slowing their blood down to the point of stopping completely.

He despised it. Wanted it to vanish, letting his crumbling home return to the way it was supposed to be. Humid, murky, and warm.