I'm in love with dead deer heads. Ok, it sounded way better when it was in my head...
Well, a wintergod roaming his lands of the lost. Noone has mede it to come and see him. They all got lost in the snow.
Some rumors said that all the twigs are the rests of the brave deers that tried to find the wintergod himself. They all failed.
And the god are still waiting to find a friend to play with.















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