winter wonderland
The sandy beaches of the Resort preserve a gentle golden hue, cast down by the sun above, the grains of golden sand holds a certain kind of warmth, releasing it only to visitors traversing the Resort's elegant beaches, making them feel welcome and at home.
In the distance waves crash into one another, though the violence in the ocean creates a rather soothing hum, one that Ruinam enjoys, often finding himself stuck on the beach, listening to the ocean's stories.
Though today Ruinam decides that it is time to visit the icicle isle and finally reignite the idea of uniting the three islands, an idea that had almost cost him his role on the island before.
Quite abruptly, the male shifts into his draconic form, brilliantly white eyes suddenly replacing the once crimson glow that was there before.
Two large and twisted horns sprout from atop his head, spiralling like kudu horns. Smaller horns take shape below the dragon's cheekbone, while tiny crystals form just beneath his larger horns.
Giant wings grow out from just above his shoulders and end just past his shoulder blades, taking on an almost scythe-like shape, except slightly thicker and fuller, they match his body as a stark white colour.
With no time to waste, the dragon uses its large wings to lift himself into the air, swiftly rising into the clouds that threaten the resort with a violent downpour.
Just as always the male feels most free in the air, in love with the possibility of flying anywhere he chooses and seeing anything he might want to see.
Though even in the sky the male is not exempt to danger, as he flies he starts to come across large volumes of ash rising into the air, turning the sky a smooth grey that slowly plunges into darkness as he flies closer to the frozen island.
The island is barely recognizable as he starts to circle it, fire replaces every inch of snow that the island was known for, the male starts to feel as if his diplomatic visit may be a little more complicated than he had hoped for.
As he moves through the air, his attention is caught by a couple of others moving below him, he sees who he hopes might be Leilan and what looks like a lion repelling the attacker.
Though he doesn't wait to observe the details of the burning island, quickly diving through the upswing of steam, a thunderous howl ringing in his chest as he makes his descent.
As the male nears the dark dragon, his wings suddenly unfold casting a steady draft as he glides toward them, he hopes that he will be able to wrap himself around both the dragon and the valiant lion trying to repel him, and softly bring them both down to the ground.
The white dragon leaps out of the steam toward who he thinks is Castile. His wings stretch out to his side as he nears them, trying to make sure he has the best chance at wrapping himself around them, his claws aiming to encase the lion, hoping that he might be able to protect it from impact.
From a D&D wiki, I can't actually find the artist? https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/White_dragon
