The battlements are wind bitten, brittle and glinting with frost crystals. Wrapped in a cloak, holding a torch against the gathering dark, memory and belief can only do so much to hold the monsters back. I'd say I should have gone home a long time ago, yet it doesn't exist anymore. All that's left is drifting snow and the light of the stars.
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 327 x 372px
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