Dessain Frosten places his heavy canine paw on the wooden door that easily opens under his weight...a slim stripe of light enters the dark room dimly illuminated by the blowing fireplaces...two ice jewels scan the room, engraved on handsome and proud features. Dessain Frosten walks with evident confidence and pride, his cape flowing behind him like a shadow that follows this dark character. He takes a seat, wrapping the cloth around his chest, as his metallic armor reflects the fire patterns like obsidian mirrors. Dessain crosses his arms around the armored, wide chest, and looks away from the crowd, expectant, his gaze distant on other issues...
Zimbra yawns, rubbing one tiny paw over his eyes as he awakens from his afternoon nap. A small squeak emits from his maw as he finishes his yawn, and he unfolds rather large ears from around himself, sitting up and blinking bleary eyes at the sudden light invading his pink gaze at the world, now revealed to him. As he straightens out his cape, he looks about, wondering if today will be the day he gains a new home.