exaltedvampire

[ STEP 01 , 268 WORDS ] It’s always cold here. Always something lurking around the corner while doors, no matter the position, are always locked until they are not. Crimes have been committed, though the severity differs wildly. Yet, there is one stagnant truth in this realm… it’s always cold here. Bleak, dark, never too bright if there is light at all. This is a place that gives birth to a nightmare deer that is nothing but paranoid. Personality is callous, cool to the touch, yet can barely bury the soft spot for the more familial things such as children, sons, daughters. The nightmare deer camouflages in the darkness due to its black pelt, his tail most reminiscent of a fox’s twitching behind, following like a ghost while it rushes to a destination majorly unknown. Standard in height, no hair, besides fur, to be seen on the top of its head. The hooves are a white color, much like the legs connect to them, the snowy patterns run along to the underbelly while the back’s golden marks