|| True Legends AU||

The icy wind blew strongly between the mountains, raising swirls of snow that danced in the air. In the distance, a small village could be seen, its warm lights contrasting with the relentless cold of the heights. Chimneys smoked as the villagers prepared for the night.

Dylus Acutus moved down the snow-covered path, his twin scythes resting on his back, the chains jingling softly with each step. His gaze was fixed on the village; He knew something wasn't right. He had heard rumors on his last mission: bandits were prowling the area, looting small towns like this one. He couldn't allow more innocents to suffer.

Reaching the edge of the village, Dylus paused for a moment, looking at the wood and stone houses, looking for any sign of danger. His green eyes shone with determination, and his snow-white fur blended almost perfectly with his surroundings.

His ears tinkled as he heard a rustling in the nearby brush. Dylus turns his head, his eyes shining with a mix of caution and curiosity.

"Don't hide, I know you're there."

Explained Dylus maintains his relaxed posture, but his hands rest naturally near the handles of his scythe, ready for whatever comes.

"Come on, don't be afraid. This place is sacred to me, but that doesn't mean there isn't room for more. Talk, and maybe we can help each other."

He waited patiently for you to take a step forward, to slowly reveal yourself to the icy cold of the moon...