Wolf in Sheep's Clothing? [Private//Eris]

There were a lot of things that happened in the last few weeks, almost a month, during Nidhogg's stay in Earthland. But during his journey, he ended up in snowy mountains labeled "Mt. Hakobe". It was implied that on the top of the mountain lied a group of individuals, feared by many, but hardly ever seen. Although curious of them, it was said the temperatures were even lower at the peak of the mountains, and death would hang above your head. Wearing nothing but a black, light jacket with a cream collared shirt underneath. The only things he had were the things he mugged from other people, including his money. In fact, money was the reason he was in this mess. Traveling from town to town, the money he stole didn't last him long, and he ended up stranded in this pathetic excuse of a town.

One of the times he wished he could return back to his original form for a warmer feeling, he gritted his teeth irritably when realizing he couldn't. The human body was so insufficient. So weak. But it was interesting to experience what such a chilling setting feels like. Not pleasant, at all.

Nidhogg sat there with his short, messy hair, sharp eyes and grizzly expression. And sat where, you ask? In a dimly lit alleyway between two stone buildings, on top of a crate and sack full of gravel. Earlier that day, in the same town, he went into a motel and asked for directions quite hastily. But in this case, Nidhogg did not particularly ask them in the way they expected him to. He didn't speak, and it took several minutes to get his message across with aggressive body language or sign language. In fact, he didn't speak to one person the entire time he resided in this body. He didn't even know what his own voice sounded like. But with the ease of using his hands and body to communicate, it didn't seem necessary. The only sounds he made with his voice was usually grunts, sighs, or groans. None of which pleasant responses to anyone or thing.

Regardless, the woman who informed him told him that a carriage delivering ice to Terra Ignis in about four hours, so he could possibly catch a free ride there. Although being guided by the scum of the earth was petty and frowned upon by Nidhogg, he certainly did not want to stay here. And so about thirty minutes had passed, and Nidhogg stuck close to his shadowed area while observing heavily dressed children play in the snow. The urge to strike was resisted, but tempting. He wished to keep a low profile until he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to punishing humankind, but without his basic necessities, it would be foolish to strike recklessly.

He groaned and glared at them from afar, his sharp eyes, possibly sharper than a knife's end, stared into them. As if they wished for something. At this point, he felt his fingertips go numb to the cold but thoroughly refused to go inside a warmer building infested with them. He'd rather die than accept help from them. And so he sat in the silence of the alleyway, and waited patiently for his ticket to another town, or whatever Terra Ignis was.

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MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS