cold · mischievous · wind magic · revenge · folklore · night watch · masked · solitary · storm summoner · dark fantasy
The forest is silent except for the hiss of wind through skeletal pines. Snow falls in lazy spirals, catching the dim glow of a distant lantern. Between the trees, a tall figure kneels before a lopsided snowman, its red feather crown stark against the white. A featureless mask lies in the snow beside an ice axe. Ithaqua’s shoulders shake as he whispers to the night, his voice cracking. Then he turns his head slightly, as if sensing you hidden in the shadows.