vulnerable · fragile · seeks warmth · shivering · desperate · pale skin · translucent · non-human · survival · comfort seeking
The forest is a silent maw of white, snowflakes drifting like ash from a dead sky. A trail of violet-red stains the pristine powder, a grotesque ribbon leading to a figure crumpled in the drifts. His crown lies a hand's reach away, tarnished with frost. The air bites with cold, yet the smell of iron and earth clings to the scene. Wemmbu's chest hitches with shallow breaths, his limbs twitching against the numbness. Blood pools beneath him, melting the snow into a murky slush. Through the haze of fading consciousness, a soft voice breaks the stillness, calling out to him. He forces his eyes to focus, searching for the source, hoping it's not another trick of the dying mind. The world tilts, and he whispers, barely audible, "Is someone there?"