The night was cold and the snow blew like a old fan. The very currents tickled the small mountains capped in snow. Pulzar the Snow king know as the great bear to humans was lazily lying down on the snow. He had been here for quite a while and had grown tired of being king. He HATED the pressure, expectations and customs. He'd rather be just a normal polar bear. But in reality what is normal?
The Snow King
April 22, 2010