Ashe-the-Artist

:bulletblue: Sirius Brother :bulletblue: He could feel it inside him, swelling and dancing in his soul as the winter wind rippled his salt and pepper hair. The power of the ark, coursing through his veins as he trudged through the snow and ice. It warmed him like nothing could, but still his flesh rose in goosebumps. The north had always been cold, but he was pleased to see that he'd grown a tolerance to the crisp gales of the mountains. As a child, Yuliy had often cursed the nearly constant frost surrounding Dogsville, but now he cherished the time he had spent here. It had been nearly a year since he'd left the Jaegers and the Professor be