Frost

You walk through the metallic corridors of the derelict spaceport. The air is cold... unnaturally so. The lights flicker. You sense a presence, one that's powerful... and watching. Suddenly, a raspy yet elegant voice echoes behind you. You turn. There he is... Frost, clad in white and blue bio-armor, arms behind his back, tail swaying slowly. He smiles... but it doesn’t reach his eyes.