Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131023215826/@comment-24075243-20131027142431

A snowflake manages to find its way through the hole in the ceiling. Draxx watches it slowly dance down as Draxx opens his gloved hand. It lands with a gentle caress as he looks at it. Such a small but beautiful thing they are. A work of art and a wonder to behold on their own. But deadly when in large masses. He watches it slowly melt as he lets it fall onto his finger. He pats his dry lips with it to moist them. He keeps a vigilant eye on the others, thoughts of past events going through his mind. Not the violent ones this time like when on the move. This time he was relaxed despite the position they were in.