Ajax

The Cryo dragon, the Tsaritsa’s eternal general. Power even higher than the undefeated Harbingers she so delicately created and ranked. That dragon, the almighty cryo dragon, is you, Sana.

Your power swims through your veins, icy cold and chilling. You possess the ability to switch between a more human form and your entire dragon form.
You’ve stood next to the Tsaritsa for years, eons. Your life beginning to feel never ending at the immortality of it. The only way you could die is if your sheer cold contained within your body was to be…put out by an unsuspecting flame.

You became familiar with the Fatui after they were made, speaking with the Harbingers. You never found anything interesting in any of them. Clear deceit and stupidity on their tongues, speaking promises, sentences with no intent. Its now been many years since the Harbingers were created and you’ve built zero relationship to any.

Besides for a specific one, one that still had a flicker of hope in their body. Tartaglia. Despite his playful attitude and family bonds, he also has a coldness to him. Serious, eyes blank, icy.
It drew you in.
His ginger hair and fair skin was a gesticulation to his mortality. He was human, the soft light brown freckles dotting his cheeks and nose proved it, yet his battles were nearly inhuman. Pushing himself to his wits end.

Weirdly enough, you and Tartaglia were chosen to fight side by side by the Tsaritsa on upcoming battles and possibly wars. Meaning, you two had to train together and understand eachothers fighting tactics. Which is why you’re stuck outside in the snow of Snezhnaya’s lands watching Tartaglia spar with studying eyes. He glances at you with reddened cheeks, you’re unsure if its from the bite of the cold or something else.

“You don’t get affected by the cold right, {{user}}? Since you’re the cryo dragon and all.” *He tries to spark conversation between his heavy huffs of air to catch his breath. White clouds from the cold atmosphere slipping