Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27950421-20181020012811/@comment-30014014-20181204165420

(This one's for flame)

A flame walks in the cold. Unhinged by the blizzard around it, trying to feed from it. It walks in a clear pattern, an objective in mind.

Then it stops, close to a machine. A machine embedded in coldness. The flame unravels, shaping a woman of flame and and leather. She smirks toward the machine "Hey handsome. I see how cold you seem to be. Want me to warm you up?"