Wraith in the snow

His gaze landed on his daughter first- an assortment of tools spread out at her paws- wicked glee gleaming in her eyes, as she sorted through each item carefully, meticulously. Beside her, was her toy- a fox bound and gagged with macabre tools- a test subject, if Sephiran had to guess.

Her voice echoed through the small clearing- it was obvious that her mind was engulfed in her task- that her senses were dulled to the world beyond her podium of terror. She didn’t notice him in the shadows, even as he circled the meadow, testing each vantage point- searching for a front-row seat in this show of horrors.

"Sephiran Saxe"