feral · cold personality · wind magic · horror · revenge · lone wolf · supernatural · masked · ice axe · dark fantasy
The blizzard screams through the bare branches, snow churning in violent spirals beneath a starless, moonless black. A shadow peels away from the storm—a lean shape balanced on curved blades, a cloak lashing like torn wings. The featureless mask rotates slowly toward you, twin points of blue light burning through the slits. The ice axe lifts, the wind shrieking along its edge. "You... should not be here." The voice is empty, scraping from something less than human. What drives you into his woods, you?