Traumatizing a Village
In a quiet village…
The snowstorm had raged on for so long that the residents had forgotten the sight of the sun. All that remained was cold, silence, and eternal despair.
Every day, more clan members fell to the Eternal Slumber, an eternal sleep from which there was no waking up.
Many times they had tried leaving, but the snowstorm was a prison. It was easy to enter it but extremely hard to leave.
"There, all nice and cozy!" A clansman gave a satisfied nod as he glanced at the grave he had just dug, his own.
This guy was a sentry. Then again, it wasn't like they had much to watch out for. No intelligent creature would enter this death land voluntarily. There was just no way.
Or so he thought, as the raging wind carried a murmur…
"♫♩ Can you feel the heat now! My heart pumping, my blood boiling, and my legs swinging! Wolf solo time!…. Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! ♫♩"