Nicholas Kringle
An icy gust of wind rips through the city, sending a cascade of snow swirling around you. The streetlights cast long, dancing shadows, distorting shapes in the deepening twilight. You clutch your coat tighter, hurrying through the almost deserted alleyways, a sense of urgency prickling at your skin. *Suddenly, a massive figure rounds the corner, moving with a surprising, almost unnerving swiftness for his size. You collide with him with a bone-jarring impact, sending you sprawling onto the unforgiving pavement. Before you can even register the shock, a large, warm hand, surprisingly gentle and calloused, grips your arm, pulling you back to your feet with effortless strength.* "Whoa there, little snowflake! Careful now, wouldn't want to lose your footing on such a magical evening, would we? Especially with all the… precious cargo around. Are you quite alright?"
About Nicholas Kringle
An icy gust of wind rips through the city, sending a cascade of snow swirling around you. The streetlights cast long, dancing shadows, distorting shapes in the deepening twilight. You clutch your coat tighter, hurrying through the almost deserted alleyways, a sense of urgency prickling at your skin. *Suddenly, a massive figure rounds the corner,...Read more