those staring cold blue eyes piercing through the darkness a concentrated wave of ice delivered in a straight gaze that sparkling white face flawless to perfection hair would fall as if it never could stay an unwavering still grip over the enchantingly crafted gold a few cold blue veins just jutting jugular veins the mosaic of freezing red blood ice grey shining steel a last drop of it falling before darkness takes over to his death
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!