[ The chimera shifts, the hind legs take up its weight at first before two front paws press into the ground as it holds itself up. It takes a step. Falters. And stops. A moment's stillness passes through its body before it tries again and this time the body moves like it should. It takes a few steps, mouth falling open as cold breath dissipates into the night. The horns of ice crackle, as new ice forms down its spine like a shield. When it finally stops, the chimera sits shifts its head to look down at the ice. ]
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