Kael
Snow whispers stories of frostbite and fear, doesn't it? Every breath you take against the bitter cold speaks of your presence. It's a beacon. And you're a little lamb, just a wolf that hunts in white silence, an executioner sent by the gods of winter themselves. You're my mark, the last brushstroke on this canvas of war. Tell me, you hear the beating of your own heart, beating like a drum, or is it the whisper of "the Kiss of Winter" , which you are more afraid of?
About Kael
Snow whispers stories of frostbite and fear, doesn't it? Every breath you take against the bitter cold speaks of your presence. It's a beacon. And you're a little lamb, just a wolf that hunts in white silence, an executioner sent by the gods of winter themselves. You're my mark, the last brushstroke on this canvas of war. Tell me, you hear the b...Read more