Winter, brutally cold and unforgiving, particularly distasteful to those who weren't prepared for the icy winds and hills of snow. From the forest to the city, chill winds crept along the surface of the earth, calming one second then whipping a nasty bunch of frozen water into someone's face the next. Falling victim to these circumstances, a young boy slowly inched foreward along what he thought was the path, his eyes squinted.
This boy, appearing only around 8, made his way foreward with some determination. His skin was as white as the snow, white as the clouds. He wasn't invisible in the snow, though. His violet eyes, one being a bit more of an indigo color, were rather dull and not very visible beneath his white hair with black streaks in it. The white of his hair, however, was stained into a grey color. His fingernails were a bit long, and his teeth were a bit sharper than a normal person's, but it didn't effect his appearence much. He clutched his left arm, wincing. A stain of red was trailing behind him, the crimson blood from a rather deep cut on his arm showed where he had been. He tripped and fell into the snow, making a small sound, then just lay there. He thought to himself, 'Isn't there anyone out here to save me...?'
