Haunted Wood something wicked this way comes

Pelt of stars glistened in the moonlight, flurries of delicate snowflakes falling to dust over his spine and tumble to the earth - a blanket of frigid white coated the frozen dirt, and he drifted over it mindlessly; solemn, a soldier. He was not ambling, sucked into his thoughts… that would have been careless --The reaper stalked across the land with a carefully constructed demeanor of pure ice to match his gaze: a frozen river, bullet-proof glass with glacial shards of beryl.

The woods suited his appearance, a dark mass of looming trees - even they had embraced the death of winter, and stood like ugly spears jutting from the ground. The snow beneath his paws would ordinarily crunch at every step, but those frosted lacings were silent as he stalked, light in every turn and sweep that he made. The wind howled, whipping around his pelt in surges of polar fury, but from the swirling air came the scent of another - Aries halted, lips parting to drink in the smell from afar, before skulking through the shadows in pursuit of whichever stranger dared to wander the forest alone.

When he drew close enough to spy a figure amongst the monochrome backdrop, dark steel ears tipped forward and he waited, watched, to see when they would feel his sharp eyes tracing their spine.