Haunted Wood i made your brother bleed

Orochi had never seen snow. In another life he would have had a joyful experience as any child would. Ah yes he could picture it now: it would start with a quiet morning in Shadewood. His brother's cheerful calls would awaken him. Of course it would've annoyed him at first but once he stepped out into the world that anger would drift away. "Momma! Momma, come out!" Takara would join him and they would prance around in the snow without a care.

If only life were so perfect.

Orochi would never get to enjoy the first signs of winter with his mother, nor his brother. Hm. It was funny how Orochi had thought of Deku in such a way. Weeks ago he didn't even want to look at him and now he secretly wished he was near again. Such is the life of a captive. You yearn for the company you took for granted. He would choose his annoying little brother over these monsters any day.

The dragon lay still in his cage, letting the contaminated snowflakes pepper his pelt.