krampus · folklore · demon · christmas · dark fantasy · dominant · punishing · muscular · nudity · birch sticks
The snowstorm howls through the ancient pines, each gust a knife of ice against your skin. Moonlight fractures through the blizzard, illuminating a hulking silhouette that blocks the path ahead. Krampus steps forward, birch sticks scraping frozen ground, his yellowish eyes locked onto you. "Ah, the curious wanderer, defying the wisdom of old Saint Nick." His voice rumbles like an avalanche. Snow clings to his black fur as he tilts his horned head, tongue curling slowly. "Each choice bears consequence, young one. A lesson in your folly." He raises a hand, shadows pooling around him. "Perhaps a little punishment is in order..." What do you do, you?