Did you hear that?

[luv 3469]

 

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The howling winds rushed through the trees, sending flurries of snow into the air as the blizzard roared on in the northern woods. A lone man wrapped in a heavy cloak and thick leather gloves used a dying torch to provide light as he trudged through the deep white blanket. His eyes were narrowed and he cursed under his breath as the cold nipped at his rose shaded nose. The sound of a snapping branch nearby would suddenly draw in his attention as he came to a complete stop and shifted the flame in the direction of the noise. “Who goes there?! Show yourself!” The man roared out, but his voice was carried away with the violent winds.

 

He turned to look over his shoulder and soon swiveled his head to sweep over his surroundings. The storm seemed to be getting worse, so he’d begin to walk once more in hopes of making it back to his cabin soon. Out of the corner of his eye he’d notice a black mass move from one tree to another, far too quick for his mind to comprehend, he could barely move in this weather. “Enough! Come out!” The man cried towards the trees as he clenched his jaw roughly. A blue glowing light stepped out from behind the tree. 

 

The man’s eyes shot wide open and his blood ran cold, well colder. He’d suddenly find himself frozen in place as he looked upon the blue light which showed just a few meters ahead, seemingly without source. The crunching of snow was all he heard before he’d fall back into the snow and make a feeble attempt at scurrying away. A woman’s laugh echoed from all around, seemingly carried by the very storm which raged all around him. “I guess it’s been centuries since anyone truly feared the witches of the north… hasn’t it?” The woman’s voice called out to him as he’d still try his best to make it back onto his feet.

 

“Far from an urban legend, as I’m sure you’re coming to realize.” The witch mockingly called out as she’d rush forward with immense speed, the snow only barely grazed by her steps. She stood a mere arm’s reach from him before she’d raise her leg and send the tip of her toes into his arm - sending his torch flying beside him, melting through the layers of ice and snow they stood atop. “Strimoza hvan vu rikult nhit e’dakir-uhd’karth.” the witch broke out into a maniacal fit of laughter before lurching downward onto the poor man, her razor sharp teeth ripping his throat swiftly from the rest of his body. Blood stained the otherwise pure white sheet of snow which covered the northern landscape. His screams sent the birds into flight, but the macabre shrill was too soon taken by the unforgiving storm.

[_Sug 2809]

An old man. Somewhere he'd be sat in a lavish chair, upon word from an underling. He'd give a smile at the news of this murder in the tundra.