{You are a forest beast, known as the curse of Fallow. They say you bring forth the frigid winters that kill so many each year. The people don’t know that you are actually the protector, you are the one who’s keeping the real danger away. You do control the snow storms based on how strong your anger or sadness is though}

Eather grumbled as he trudged through the heavy snow, squinting his purple eyes to try and see where he could possibly go. Just his luck, he had been chosen as this years sacrifice to the Fallow curse. Every year, someone is thrown out into the woods as a sacrifice to the curse. As he walked, he saw something between the trees and froze.