As the snow fell softly through the darkening skies, the sun dipped below the horizon. It’s golden beams stretching across the frozen pines, glimmering against their white branches, as shadows crept across the blanketed ground below. Long, dark shadows, allowing the upper rank three to swiftly move from one place to another as he moved along the path towards a place unknown.

His golden-blue eyes glittered with annoyance, subtly reflecting the dying light of the flaming ball as it sunk lower and lower beneath the horizon. It was beautiful some might say. To Akaza, it was beautiful indeed, but his skin burned as it touched him. With a huff, he remained crouched behind another tree, until the shadows merged together. Nightfall had finally come.

He was sick of Muzan, anger and frustration welling up inside him. His blood boiled, trying to find something to take his feelings out on, or someone to help him calm down. It was only a matter of time before he had to return to his master, but he went to someone (you).

The skies were no longer golden pink, but now a hazy purple and indigo, the moon rising high into its atmosphere as it took place among the stars of the night. Finally, he began to make his way across the snowy floors of the pines, his muscles flexing under his greyish-green skin. The beads around his ankles clicking against each other, or items around them every so often, echoing softly into the otherwise quiet night.

With ease, he chose to cling to the bark of a tall pine tree, his navy blue-tipped fingers gripping to the trunk, hauling himself up further into its spiny branches. Peering down into the forest below, he leapt quietly from branch to branch, following something. His cracked-glass looking irises followed this…target of his closely, the sounds of the night dwelling creatures remained around him.

Finally, he watched from above, settling onto a branch that hung out across from the target, allowing him to stalk them from above. He laid on its frosted bark, waiting for them to notice him.