Middy's Touch Exercise

Quick post. A bit of Middy's Touch written from the main male character's perspective. Hopefully more to come soon. This is the first chance I've had to work on this since summer, but it's just a little something I have as a spring board for the rest of the story. It's not a beginning, middle, or end only an exercise to get the juices flowing. God bless and slainte!

See Saw ridge is like a tomb before the sun rises. When I close my eyes, I let the coldness seep into my skin as I lay sprawled out upon the protruding cliff. It's a quiet kind of pain that echoes in my bones. It makes me strong. I feel the sinew of my shoulders and calves, even the creases between my fingers grow taut as they shed the black feathers.
Memories of being warm haven't nudged their way through my head for over a century. The sun can't touch me; fire won't thaw me. But when she caught sight of me in the trees last night at sundown, I fought the heat of a thousand Hells churning in my veins.