The small male wakes startled, a flash of white noise barreling through the land as she stands on his trembling feet, shaking his pelt as he looks around, the earth is shaking, groaning as it is hit by sparkling lights, cracks in the ice forming as the small colt begins to run, a flash of fire breaks through the grey sky, a large dragon speaks loudly, his breath the smell of coal and rotten flesh.
The dragon's wings loom over the land, covering the whole surface with darkness as it lands, his head slithers close to Ilan, a puff of smoke appearing at his nostrils as she smiles, red stains appear on his teeth as his scaly lips quiver, a rumbling noise shattering the colt's confidence as he falls to the ground. The dragon laughs as he pushes himself forward, his neck draped over the Colt as his head comes crashing down, engulfing the colt in fire.
He wakes from the dream with a shiver, lightning strikes close to him as he stands up, attempting not to shiver and stand still for a moment.
His breath is heavy as he begins to walk, looking up to watch the grey clouds above, flashing lights creating a show of blue and white colour.
No dragons yet, thankfully.
The storm is loud but weirdly comforting, the enormity of it all creating a sense of hope and peace as he swims around in the ice, his soft legs hovering above the freezing mass as he moves into a trot.
Ilan halts quietly as he breathes in the cold air, the scent of rain filling the entire void of ice as it comes down as hail, hitting with strength as it falls.
The colt bathes himself in the cold weather with a smile, the lightning now amplifies as he twirls around, his eyes sparkling with joy.
This type of weather was most beloved to him, the noise and atmosphere creating a perfect ambitious habitat.
