Caroline(RodantsOfUnusualSize)'s Blog (1)

An aged, silver haired man; the owner to a face, or rather a canvas, of ominous expression. Clinical grey eyes, cold and diffident to even the smallest of creatures, stare down as he treads through slush and ice. His coattail drifting behind him as the frigid winter gust tugs at his coat and chills his bones; his brown leather shoes with worn soles sink into the soggy frost bitten ground, occasionally slipping on invisible slabs of ice; his…