Have you ever had the chilling feeling on the nape of your neck, as if someone’s stalking you from behind? It has always been me – the predator, the hunter, the one they whisper about in the still of night.
I come from the frigid north, where my father is Frost & my mother is Death. I dwell in desolate lands where the sun never shines, and the eerie chill creeps up your spine. I am a creature of insatiable hunger – my sharp teeth can crush the thickest bones, and my tremendous antlers can pierce the bravest hearts. Be warned, oh mortal one, for I will not hesitate to take what I yearn for.
Come closer, let me wet lips with your warm blood… Do you know where I am?
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