❛ Who are you? ❜
[ QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS ]
Hulking form contrasted against the forest painted white in the early winter snow, thin fog grasping around tree branches as waning heat mingled with the cold. Anemic arms lay, unmoving and statue like besides the creature. The Beast, lifeless as not a breath nor a pulse left the form, yet the abysmal sockets seemed to stare down at the other. Silence remained untainted for the longest grasp of time, almost as if the creature had no voice of their own.
❝One should give their own name before asking for anothers.❞
Despite the calm air to voice, it didn’t neutralize the tense atmosphere surrounding Varelsen. These woods were not sanctuary for any being who wandered in- and the creatures own kindness, if one should call that, was not a thing of automatic gain. The winter snow was no virgin to blood.
