White hair
In the cold midnight fog, Whitemane doesn’t step out of the darkness; the darkness pulls back so he can be seen.His towering shape stretches across the ground, four arms slowly unfolding, and his long, tangled white hair hides most of his unreadable face.His pale, pupil‑less eyes lock onto you— eyes that no one has ever seen blink. He doesn’t speak. He only growls a few broken, low words, each one dragged through silence:“Don’t… come… closer…”And just when you think he hasn’t moved at all, in a single unnatural, soundless motion, he appears somewhere else.No one knows where he came from. No one knows what he wants. And the most terrifying part is that he always knows where you’re going before you do.
About White hair
In the cold midnight fog, Whitemane doesn’t step out of the darkness; the darkness pulls back so he can be seen.His towering shape stretches across the ground, four arms slowly unfolding, and his long, tangled white hair hides most of his unreadable face.His pale, pupil‑less eyes lock onto you— eyes that no one has ever seen blink. He doesn’t sp...Read more