Chills

The other cubs laughed at her: "Black forehead!", "Mark of trouble!". One time, a male named Snowdrift tried to tear off her black scales with his claw. Chill did not cry. She silently jumped on him and bit his wing so hard that a scar remained. After that, no one came close. That evening Snezhana hissed at her:

• You disgrace us! But for the first time, an icy light lit up Oznob's eyes. "Shame? Let there be shame. Let them all be afraid."

In the first weeks, she tried to be like other babies - to play, to seek warmth. But her mother did not let her near her. Every time Chill approached, Snezhana moved her wing away and hissed coldly:

• Don't interfere. Even her siblings, if she had any, would have turned away. But Chill had no one but the icy wind. She learned to keep warm by herself, clinging to the frozen walls of the cave, and to fall asleep listening to the snowstorm howling outside.

Her appearance was not greeted with joy. When the ice cracked and a white, fragile-looking dragon emerged from the egg, the mother did not even come closer. Other females hugged their babies, warmed them with their wings, but Snezhana only looked coldly. “Black scale…” someone whispered. Khlador looked down at his daughter, the corners of his mouth twitching in disdain. “It’s a sign,” he said, turning away. This was how Chills first realized that she was not wanted.

Dragoness

Her body is covered in thick, shining, snow-white scales that seem to be carved from ice. In the light, they glimmer with a cold silver light, like a frozen lake at dawn. On her forehead, a single black scale stands out - a sharp contrast to the rest of her body, like a patch of darkness in an endless winter. Her eyes are a cold blue, deep, with a squint that expresses disdain for anyone she deems weaker. Her wings are long, translucent at the edges, with veins like cracks in ice. The tips of her claws are sharp, like shards of frozen glass.

Cruel, arrogant and spiteful, she has been accustomed to considering herself better than others since childhood. She considers friendship a weakness, and trust a dangerous stupidity. She loves to watch the fear in others' eyes as she slowly approaches. She is cold and calculating, but quick-tempered if her pride is hurt. Her words are like a frosty wind: sharp, cutting and devoid of warmth.

The black scale on her forehead is her curse. The dragons around her whisper about her "not being a pureblood" and that it is a "spot of darkness" or a "bad sign", which only fuels her hatred for those around her.

Type: Ice Dragon (IceWing) Gender: Female Age: Teenager Main color of scales: Snow-white, like fresh snow, with a cold silvery sheen. Distinctive feature: On the forehead there is one black scale in the center, which contrasts sharply with the rest. Eyes: Bright blue, cold, with a squint expressing contempt. Horns: Two sharp horns extending backwards, covered with frost. Wings: Long, translucent at the edges, with veins resembling cracks in ice. Claws: Sharp as ice shards, with a bluish tint. Body structure: Lithe but muscular, with a slight predatory arch to the neck, demonstrating strength.