Dunefrost

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In the Time Before, the grey ones walked the frozen wastes, starving and alone. It was then a young Greyling made contact with the Ghost of Winter and gave his people to serve this mysterious figure. The Greyling was granted great power, and used it to lead his people to the warmer shores of the ocean, and establish a home there. This Greyling's name was Dunefrost. 

These are his stories.

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Violent winds pierced the coarse white fur of the young Greyling, biting his purple skin. The tips of his horns were already layered in frost, and the storm showed no signs of slowing. Clenching his teeth and leaning heavily on his thick walking branch, the Greyling pushed forward through the snow banks to the shadow of the cliff face.

"Dune! Where are you going? Get back to the herd!" The booming voice of the herd leader, Rimewind, cut through the wind and snow like thunder. Dune continued his trek to the cliff. He had made it this far. Besides, he could barely see the herd anymore.

"Dunefrost!" Rimewind's echoing voice continued to ripple through the air, but there was something more powerful, more alluring, drawing Dunefrost to the cliff side. A small cave mouth was coming into view, partially obscured by a snow bank. Was there a faint glow coming from within?