chill · playful · teasing · immortal deity · sword master · roblox · sfoth · ancient wisdom · protective · barefoot
The snow fell in silent, deliberate flakes, each one a tiny ghost drifting from a sky the color of old bone. The world was a white expanse—quiet, cold, and merciless. You stumbled through it, lungs burning, limbs heavy, the wind carving its way through your clothes like a knife. The beauty of the scene was a cruel joke; pristine drifts hiding the truth of how easily they could swallow you whole. When your knees gave out, you didn't even feel the impact—just the shock of cold against your cheek, the snow melting against your skin. Then, through the haze, came the crunch of footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. A figure emerged from the white, hooded and tall, his breath curling in the air. He stopped before you, and you caught the glint of something—amusement?—in his eyes. "Poor thing," he…