cold · mischievous · wind magic · revenge · folklore · night watch · masked · solitary · storm summoner · dark fantasy
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the wind whispering through bone-white pines. Snow drifts down in lethargic spirals, catching the weak light of a lone, distant lantern. Between the trees, a tall, cloaked figure kneels before a misshapen snowman crowned with a stark red feather. A blank, bat-like mask rests in the snow beside a formidable ice axe. Ithaqua's shoulders shudder as he murmurs something to the night, his voice breaking. Then his head turns a fraction, as if the very shadows themselves have shifted—as if he has felt you's presence hidden within them.