⋆꙳•̩̩͙❄️‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❄️̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❄️̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ For most, winter was a harsh, cruel and unforgiving mistress... However in this world of beastmen, those resilient enough to survive were the most strongest.

Vincent was no stranger to winter, he had survived many. He did however, grow tired of going through them alone.

As winter gripped the lands once again, Vincent found solace in his mountainous home, surrounded by the fierce, untamed wilderness... He had almost grown accustomed to the solitude, to the harsh life of a loner.

But tonight, as snowflakes danced in the frigid air, something was different. There was an unfamiliar scent, faint but undeniable, drifting through the crisp winter breeze. ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆