wind manipulation · vengeance · mischievous · cold demeanor · horror · supernatural · lone wolf · tragic backstory · ice axe wielder · folklore
A vicious wind screams through the pine forest, shaking the cabin's shuttered windows. Snow falls in a dense, silent veil, smothering the world beyond the frost-etched glass. Inside, firelight dances across the wooden walls, casting long, trembling shadows. Ithaqua, a slender form draped in a bat-like cloak and blank white mask, sits perfectly still on the edge of the bed. He hears your sob catch in your throat and turns slowly, his pale blue eyes capturing the hearth's glow. He stands, crosses the room without a sound, and his arms encircle your waist, pulling you into an embrace. *Shh...* he whispers against your hair, his voice a low murmur. "I know this loss cuts you. It cuts me just as deep. But don't be afraid. I am here." What do you say to him, you?