Just some writing thing I wrote. I hope you enjoy it!
It was cold. It always was; this was the Horfrost Reach. The snow fell lightly onto the Banbaro's thick fur. It was peaceful here, despite the frost. The most relaxing part was the numerous hot springs in the area, which the Banbaro enjoyed nicely. The water warmed its bones, and the taste went well with all the foliage it consumed. After another sip, it stood up, getting out of the bath to rest just outside it. The best part of this particular hot spring was the view, with the great icy seas stretching far into the distance. There was where the little fluffy, flightless birds liked to stand in flocks, their dopey faces were quite amusing. The tiny tailed round creatures were swimming in the pool, very charming indeed. The Banbaro yawned, and then took a nap.
When it awoke there was a tiny chirping ringing in its ear. It opened its eyes; there was a littler fluffy bird screaming right next to it. It was fluffier than most, probably a young one. And it was alone. That was typically abnormal. It kept yelling and waving its flippers around, waddling closer. Eventually, it dawned that the bird wanted to get on the Banbaro. It snorted a reply, pushing the bird back by a bit. But it continued, again coming towards the bigger beast and archaically requesting for it to be placed on the head. Finally, Banbaro relented, placing its horns lower to the ground so it could hop on top. It squawked in joy, which honestly hurt Banbaro's ears a little. Yet it was such a happy sound that it didn't bother too much. Using its large, muscular legs it got up, shook its fur to get the snow off, and started walking.
The snow was flurrying as the Banbaro walked. By this point the sun was setting, making the ground a creamy orange, a reflection of the darkening sky. What he was searching for was a way down to the sea full of ice and flocks of the squawking fluffy birds. The Banbaro was a large monster, and a stable path was difficult to find. The young bird wanted its help after all. Every little crack the bird could fit in it refused to go in without the Banbaro. This was an annoying process; When Banbaro knelt down to drop off the bird, it would sniff around the hole, scream, and beg to be put back up again. As the sun continued to drip down the air grew colder, even without the frost. Something was coming, the Banbaro knew it. Each crinkle of the snow filled the Banabro with dread for the poor creature. This thing was clearly coming for it; why would something tackle a large creature such as a Banbaro.
The stonebills increasingly grew in number as the duo continued to look for a stable path downwards. The night's stars were finally in view, for the clouds dissipated throughout the sunset. They were back where they started, the small hot spring creatures were all floating in the hot springs, sleeping without a care in the world. Once again, they were quite charming. The flightless bird was growing impatient, looking very stressed after each failure. A rumble made the Banbaro turn around. A giant fin was rushing straight towards them. It was here.
The Beotodus. A giant piscine wyvern who stalked the snowy plains of the Hoarfrost Reach, hiding within to stalk its prey. The bird squawked with fright, and ran off. The Banbaro looked to see where it was going when it was hit by the fin of the Beotodus. It clearly wanted a fight. The Banbaro stood its ground, rearing its giant antlers/horns lower to the ground. The Beotodus went underground, causing the Banbaro to step backwards in an attempt to pinpoint where it was. It shot upwards into the Banabro's underbelly, causing it to fall to the ground. The Beotodus was cruel, biting and tearing into the brute wyvern's flesh. The Banbaro roared, forcing itself up while the Beotodus squirmed around its bigger body like a giant worm. Banbaro smashed its body on a rocky wall, and using that momentum threw the Beotodus onto the ice. The icy floor was crumbling as the Beotodus fell, it shrieking in pain. The Banbaro slowly walked forwards, readying another attack. Roaring, the Beotodus ran for the Banbaro, to which it simply countered with its horns, both clashing with each other. Eventually, the Banbaro was able to step forwards and pushed the Beotodus back onto the fragile ice floor. The cracks of the ice were beginning to show, and the ground surrounding the Beotodus started to crumble down around it. The little bird ran after the fish, jumping on its flailing body and it fell into the icy sea below. The Banbaro yelped in concern, but the bird seemed fine, making sure to hold on as it met its brethren further down. The Beotodus seemed to be fine, shaking itself off as it swam off into the horizon. The bird turned out to be better than fine, chirping happily as it made its way towards its flock of other flightless birds. The sight made Banbaro smile a bit. It was quite sweet.
The next day, the Banbaro went up towards the hot spring, took a few drinks, and watched the clouds go by. His ears picked up on some small bird noises. He got up and looked down upon the icy sea. It was one of the flightless birds waving at it with a flipper. It must've been the one whom he tried to help! He made a small sound in greetings towards the smaller looking creature, looking nothing but a tiny fragment in a faction of other flightless birds. After the wave, the bird waddled away, and the Banbaro sat down again to continue to look at the distance.