[party.som|You're|You and your companion are|You and your companions are] walking along the snowy path when the softest crunch of snow catches your attention. Quickly turning, you scan for the source of the noise, unwilling to take any chances in the Peaks. {//repeat:It's one of those frost wyverns again!
Stalking towards you, it's clear that he's intent on picking a fight. The bobbing, erect cock between his thighs tells you that it's not just a fight he's looking for. He lets out a deep, rumbling growl; the numbing venom oozing from his mouth as frost escapes in heavy puffs.}
{//first time:
Standing somewhere just under nine feet tall, an enormous, draconic looking creature of fur and scale looms above you.
{//has met a wyvern in the foothills but has not heard the wyvern story from Livrea: He looks similar to the wyverns you've run into back in the Foothills, but he's clearly a different kind than the ones you've encountered before
//has met a Foothills wyvern and has heard Liv's frost wyvern story: Remembering one of Livrea's bardic tales from the Feast*, it's almost easy to identify the man in front of you as being of a particularly frosty variety of wyvern
//has done neither: You have absolutely no idea what this thing is, but he's <i>massive</i>}.
His snout scrunches in a snarl as he glares down at you with slitted, golden eyes. A puff of misty frost ghosts from his mouth with each growling breath, letting you see the sharp teeth and blue tongue resting within his maw. Icy-blue venom pools over the corners of his mouth, falling to the ground in steady droplets. Thick, durable scales coat his body, from the four massive horns on his head, past the frilled ears on the sides of his face all the way down his front to the menacingly clawed feet that he stands on. Fibrous, veiny wings connect his hands and arms to his sides, creating strong wings built for gliding rather than actual flight. A thick mane of fluffy fur wraps around his neck, curling into the dip of his scaly pecs. Shaggy, double-coated hair merges with the fur around his neck, trailing down his arms and back before merging with the scales at his waist. His cock is roughly sixteen inches long, hard and pulsing out of its sheath. Even from this distance, you can see the ribbed bumps that cover the blue-colored cock, the slit already leaking small beads of precum.
}
You scramble for your [pc.weapon] and brace yourself as he lunges forward.
<b>It's a fight!</b>
