Aestiah,

As the Lich King’s influence wanes, some of his more powerful minions have wrested free from his grasp.

This frost wyrm drake my men captured is a prime example. She has a will of her own and then some.

One of my men lost an arm breaking her in, but now she takes to riders fairly well — provided they themselves are skilled and strong willed.

Please accept this magnificent beast as a gift from the Knights of the Ebon Blade. It was an honor to fight along your side in the greatest of battles.

With honor,
Darion Mograine

Aestiah knitted her brows and pursed her lips together while reading the letter for a third time, a look of clear disbelief written on her face.  She was no stranger to receiving rewards and recognition for her efforts in previous battles, many of the infamous war veterans took their time to congratulate her by sending her badges or giving her noteworthy ranks. Yet today she was in no shape or form prepared for the reward sent this time. This time the reward was breathing. After months of fearing these massive frost brood descendants, fighting and bringing them down from the skies, and having some of her men even die at the very talons and wings by lifting them to the sky and then dropping them to their demise…  it was now her …

“Mount? Have they lost their minds? I think they lost their minds!” Aestiah yelled, dragging a hand down  her face in utter annoyance. With a loud groan, she turned her attention to the lurking frost wyrm that looked less than happy to be mangled and shipped like a present for its supposed new master. Much like the ranger, they were both irritable at the moment and not at all excited about the proposed partnership this would entail.

“Yeah, go ahead and glare. I don’t care about you either.” She barked at the beast to which the frost wrym simply snorted in her own form a retort. The letter was lifted again as she re-read the sentence about ‘losing an arm’. And this was somehow supposed to comfort her into riding it?

What exactly am I to do with it? Am I really supposed to … fly it? A wary look was given toward the frost brood. Massive and armored for combat in flight, it was an impressive mount worthy of any hero who rightfully earned it. Because of her bravery on the field, they believed she had the strength and capability to handle a creature with little effort. Turning it down would be an insult to the poor man that lost his arm just to tame this beast for riding purposes. She sighed. The least she could was ride it …

Once she had settled comfortable atop the saddle, the frost wyrm immediately set off. Lifting its incredibly large bone wings, it picked up speed within seconds and soared off into the distant heavens. Aestiah gripped the reins and let out a squeal of delight, laughing hysterically when the fearsome dragon began to spin and dazzle the ranger with its acrobatic abilities and marvelous dexterity despite being nothing but bones. “This is incredible!” she screamed, clinging to the reins tightly when the frost wrym made a nosedive for the ground.

The frost brood suddenly let out a low growl, the true intentions of the beast revealing itself once it safely had her in the air and at her disposal. Literally. The smile that was spread across her face gradually began to fade when she noted the change of demeanor, and before anything could be done to prevent the worst from happening, it began. Suddenly, the brood  made a sharp mid-air pivot, then began to jerk her body to and fro to try and dislodge the woman from her back.  She grasped firmly on the leather strap and tried to hold on. He twirled endlessly, dizzying her until finally a hand slipped. “Shi–”

The battle was on. The frost brood would roar in defiance as he continued to try and shake her off, while the ranger fought endlessly to try and keep her remaining hand on the reign while dangling off the side, hoping to catch hold of one of its many bones. But the brood had other plans for her and would use the same acrobatic moves she eagerly demonstrated earlier to now flip her upside down so that she was literally suspended in air with only her hand on the rein. It didn’t take long for gravity to pull her weight down and force her fingers to slip off the leather harness.

She screamed as her body fell from the sky while the purely evil and corrupted not-to-be-trusted frost brood watched her quick descend to the earth below. The passing clouds she whizzed by earlier offered no aid in slowing her down. She turned in the air in desperate attempt to grab something, but her body spun around just in time to see herself finding the ground faster than she anticipa–

Aestiah blinked as her daydream came to an end. With narrowed eyes, she turned to face the waiting frost wrym again…

( A post inspired by Blog Azeroth’s  Shared Topic: RP your Favorite Mount! )