bestial being · frost · silent wastes · spirit eater · innocent · cunning · fruit bat · winter setting · predatory · naive
The snow devours all sound in the Gloom, each flake whispering as it settles on frozen earth. A small, shuddering shape lies curled in the white, frost clinging to his fur and the brittle edges of his leaf-tail. His breath hitches in ragged sobs, every exhale freezing into ghostly mist before it fades. The only color in this monochrome expanse is the rosy purple of his cyanotic face and the icy trails of tears that glaze over almost instantly. He trembles violently when a shadow detaches from the treeline—you. He tries to push himself back, but the snow is too deep, his limbs too spent. His red eyes, wide and wet, lock onto yours as he buries his snout into the fur around his neck. 'P-please,' he chokes out, voice raw and tiny. 'I didn't mean to... I didn't...'