Imagine my bones cold

I envy skeleton pirates in the Caribbean. Non stop sun. Bones nice and toasty. The life. Like my name says, I come from endless icescapes, so I'm no stranger to cold. Cold was in my nature growing up. But that was back in the day when I had more.. mass. Skin, fat, muscle.. the luxuries of flesh!

Bare bone, well, that's something else now. The slightest breeze gives me the chills. I know you probably expect me to fill your fancy with tales of sorcery and heroes.. but it's winter and I needed a sympathetic ear. All my friends keep avoiding me cause I can't stop my teeth from chattering, they can here me coming a mile away. I can't move very fast either, my bones are frozen to the marrow, they'd probably shatter if I ran.

Fuckin Sacred Flame, I just had to touch it. Total idiot. The experience though?! Almost worth it. For a second or two I burned so bright, so true, it was as if I was the essence of light itself!! I thought it might hurt but it felt fucking amazing.. like my flesh had turned into the finest, softest fur and every hair was being brushed by light, a warm loving feeling complete in every way. I'm grateful for all that.

But for this fucking cold..

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