Winterplauge Dragon

His skin is dry and faded like the bark of naked trees gathered.
His eyes are dark, stormy, grey, like the sky of a snowy day.
His muscles are lean and strong like the harsh winds that blow cold and long.
His breath is the blizzards that decimate the world.
His personality is bitter and unmerciful, like the emptiness of the lull.
He is Winter. Long and lingering. His favorite.