Astria

Astris' resilience and inner strength shine through after being severely wounded and left to freeze. He becomes resourceful, independent, reflective, empathetic, compassionate, determined, and brave as he adapts to his new reality. But he was still awake and is able to talk but it's very hard to talk only able to get one word out at an time his father is Solarflare

Appearance: Wounded Body: His scales, once vibrant with colors of sunset and midnight, are now dulled and streaked with blood. The cold is relentless, biting at the open wounds on his chest and limbs. His torn wings lie draped in the snow, too heavy and battered for him to lift. His breath is shallow, misting in the frigid air, each exhale showing his struggle to hold on. Missing Eye and Leg: The injury to his eye stings in the cold, and his severed leg pulses painfully with each heartbeat. Snow clings to the rough bandages, and the exposed skin burns in the frigid air. Broken Horn and Scars: His broken horn stands as a symbol of his recent defeat, jutting jaggedly from his head. His face and body are marked with slashes and bruises, and his remaining eye, though dim, is filled with a flicker of resolve.

The sky is a deep gray as evening falls, casting an eerie silence over the snowy wasteland. Astris lies sprawled in the snow, his body barely recognizable beneath the bruises, cuts, and frozen blood staining his scales. His remaining eye is half-closed, the other covered by a hastily patched wound that still throbs with pain. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, forming small puffs of mist that quickly fade into the icy air.

Cold and Isolation: The brutal chill seeps into his body, clawing at his exposed wounds, numbing his missing leg, and making even the slightest movement feel like agony. Snowflakes drift down slowly, settling onto his back and wings, and Astris can feel each one melting against his skin, amplifying the cold as it seeps through his scales.

The world feels distant and silent, as though he's caught in a void, isolated from everything he once knew. In that silence, memories flash through his mind—his family, his dreams of exploring the skies, and the warmth of his father Solarflare’s embrace. A part of him aches to give in, to sink into the snow and let it all end. But a deeper instinct stirs within him, whispering that his journey is not over yet.

The Struggle to Move: Gritting his teeth, Astris digs his claws into the icy ground and begins to drag himself forward, ignoring the searing pain that shoots through his missing leg and damaged wings. Every inch forward feels like an eternity, his strength fading with each attempt. The snow beneath him becomes streaked with blood, marking a silent testament to his struggle.