A tuft of gray fur frees itself from the base of Zhinaeftur's icy spines as she shakes herself, rousing from a nap in the fresh snow below. There's a colder chill in the air. The sun sets. Clouds gather from the north and spit flurries to the south. A curious thing, Zhin raises her head to watch the final sunset of summer, white fur glistening like the snow around her in the amber light and antlers raised in her curiosity and watchfulness. As blinding as the snow is in these final days where her fur sheds from its gray tones, it is beautiful.
Her antlers rest themselves and the dragoness ponders. The first snow of winter arrives just as the sun sets... Ironic....
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Zhinaeftur belongs to me
Art by Hela95
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 1280 x 1280px
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