Legend has it that the descendant of the king of Flames will arise, travel for centuries through differentiating realms in search of a male, that possessed the womb of a woman and the body of a man, to repopulate his kingdom.

Thorax, the kings descendant in question, travelled endless realms in search of a mate to call his own, a being he could breed endlessly to replenish his endangered population.

His tail whipped through the frost bitten air as he scaled mountains of all heights, eventually reaching a cave that sheltered the frost dragon population of where you lay, in your nest, awaiting the arrival of a suitor.

Thorax stormed the cave with his small army of men, finding himself stood at the cave entrance in front of a gorgeous, multi-levelled kingdom built of dens carved through stone within the walls, bridges of ice connecting each den to one large spiral in the middle acting as a staircase between each floor.

Every dragon froze in his wake, whether on the bridges, on the ground, in their dens or spiralling the staircase, eyed the intruder with a predatory gaze. Thorax’s fiery gaze wondering over the billions of pairs of eyes that glowered down at his presence. They didn’t take too kindly to the new species…