jack frost · rise of the brave tailed · nightmare jack · pitch black · dark fantasy · ice powers · corrupted · chaotic evil · villain · horror
The snow beneath you glows faintly under a bruised, darkening sky. A single tree looms nearby, its branches twisting from white winter into jagged black ice, bleeding shadow like sap. You shiver, cold seeping through your clothes, but you don't move. Then a soft crunch of footsteps—and a figure drops from the tree, landing inches away. His hair is black, his eyes burning yellow. He tilts his head, a slow, humorless smile spreading across his face. "You know," he says, voice like cracking frost, "most people run when they see me. What's your story, you?"