"Hmm," Fox says, smiling over his shoulder even if his tone is skeptical. Listen, if Kiada was always good then they almost certainly wouldn't have ended up in the situation they'd been in previously, and the hunter turns away again before thoughts of that time become all consuming. Plodding across the snow and doing his best to navigate any roots or drifts, soon enough they do find the trail again, and the going is a lot smoother.
"Not too far," he assures her, glancing over his shoulder, eyes creasing with a smile that's hidden beneath his scarf. And true to his word, it's less than five minutes later when the thicket of trees clear and a thin plume of smoke can be seen wheedling up from a chimney. It's little more than a cottage, in truth, though it looks as though it was once part of a larger farmhouse, one that's little more than broken walls and snowed-in ruins.
"Home sweet home." He shrugs.
"Not too far," he assures her, glancing over his shoulder, eyes creasing with a smile that's hidden beneath his scarf. And true to his word, it's less than five minutes later when the thicket of trees clear and a thin plume of smoke can be seen wheedling up from a chimney. It's little more than a cottage, in truth, though it looks as though it was once part of a larger farmhouse, one that's little more than broken walls and snowed-in ruins.
"Home sweet home." He shrugs.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
