Migration of the Soul~ Entry 1

The sky was harshly blowing wind across Glaz's face. The frost dragon let out a lone roar, his migrating companions sizzled with hatred toward the young one. His huge wings slapped at the air and his body shook violently. Yes, the young dragon was....not used to such harsh treatment from the winds. For it was his first migration to the icelands in which his kind made home. Glaz spun in the air, his wings coming to his body, then leaving again to snap out and level himself. The winds closer to the clouds seemed less dangerous. Though his companions failed to see his mighty body, he was content. Which by his book was fine! His ice blue eyes, matching the color of his scaled skin, skimmed the USA. A place he had be warned of. It was dangerous, as was any place inhabited by humans. His kind had been easily removed from existance by humans. Now he and his siblings were devoted in finding other Frost Dragons. Glaz rose his head, and shot a puff of ice out of his nose. The ice turned into raindrops, creating a storm cloud not far. Intresting...a young Frost Dragon was always full of his surprises.