IC: TaerTaer sprinted on his sharpened claws trying to get a grip on the mushy snow beneath the Toa of Air. Since his last encounter out of some kind of suspended - animation, Taer had not been out, let alone want to be here than anywhere else. He had spent most of his life in damp cold caves, not a blistering snow village. Skidding and sliding, Taer managed to stop himself from a horrible impact with a nearby hut.Bandages covered his face, body and legs. He was just able to walk, on all fours though. If the Toa was to stand, his behind would be slumped on the hard ice the moment he did. If he wasn't different enough already, Taer had become the ultimate freak.