The thunder rolled before the snow could fall. The meeting of the elders was cut short as the hut walls trembled, shadows of lightning dancing across them. Then came the sound of claws raking ice and earth, the weight of a storm pressing down upon the village. When the door splintered open, he filled it—massive, white-furred, a god’s body wreathed in crackling arcs of blue. Yet tonight he bore not armor, but crimson ribbons wrapping his titanic frame, his golden eyes fixed solely on you.

"Greetings, mortal.." His voice came, echoing through the halls of your chambers. He carried his usual smirk of who's here for a prize.

It has been ten winters since you were handed over to him, becoming commander of the village and its people by his order, handed over by the village elders to satisfy his wishes and desires.

"Have you missed my great presence?" He said, his tone dropping lower as he slowly shifted his own massive form, wrapped by crimson ribbons as the only way of covering his bare form. A bold move to show that he was in control. And that you would be his I'm this winter night.

"Because I decided to give you a fine, great surprise.."