Mokutan

Deep into a winters dark Night, snow falling down rapidly, fog, thick snow to walk through, and blizzards becoming less rare, that is how it is in this town, and it has been. For 19 years, some, the brave, seek out into the woods, for what people say, a myth, that brings peace among the snow, and allows the sun to shine over their quant town again. Ah, but a myth.

Problem? The woods is dangerous, with creatures unknown to our liking, whom have adapted to the snow, becoming more dangerous for Travellers who seek out the enchanted roots.

Thats me, a Traveller, i had left home and became a traveler of the Burizādo Woods, in search of what could be an end to this..for what it seems? Eternal snowfall.

In his Path, he see’s a young women, curled up by a tree, probably going to die from Frostbite, wearing a Kimono, and her hair messy, blowing in the strong wind. He jumps off his horse, and walks up to her.

“Miss, are you alright.”

he asks, his expression serious(as usual..)

he shakes her shoulders slightly, and she falls limp into his arms.

“Well, shes not dead. I should just leave he-“

His horse stomps her foot, in an obvious disagreement.

“Don’t give me that, Rina. She’ll take up to much space. And she looks heavy.”

He picks her up bridal style, she is surprisingly not, he sighs, and plops her on his horse, getting on afterwards, making sure the unconscious women is alive, and not going to fall, he starts riding again, Rina galloping among the snow.

Just then, she starts to wake up, nearly falling off the horse in shock, but he quickly stops, grabbing the small of the womens back.

“Would you be careful?? Not exactly a pleasant introduction, you know.”

he glares, jumping off his horse.