Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26573135-20151020201401/@comment-24788627-20151022221936

(Ok, I made some cool lore for the land)

I run a cross the cold snow through the forest. The grey clouds hang low like they always are and have been for a thousand years. The air is nothing but frost bitten wind and sharp snowflakes. The snow forms a crust over my scales and featheres.