Misery

It/Its

Name Pronounciation Misery Mate N/A Familiar Lonely Job Haunting the woods

Misery

Extra details

-Owns nothing.
-Anything it owns is immediately frozen.. and it'd be strange to carry around a chunk of ice.
-Or own a chunk of ice.
-Also, it'd be awkward since many of those possible possessions are probably body parts.
-Pretty much still a child.

Lore

A wailing cry haunts the woods every night.
Some call it a child.
Some call it a fright.
A screech under the moon,
begging for their mother,
who does not exist.

Closer, closer,
It is now freezing, is it not?
Statues of the frozen
Colder, colder

The cries are gone tonight,
The Misery is gone.
They are left with Melancholy.
And a lonely fawn.

What is becoming of the magic?
So enchanting, and breathless,
A timeless being, frosted and chilling,
Waiting oh so patiently
For the next visit of the Blizzard and the Cold Bindings.

The magic, it creeps around in the dead of night,
Wings fluttering and thorns cutting,
The magic is lost and not to be found,
Belief will morph eventually,
Into a dark bitter Hate.

Why did I leave and where would I go?
The forest is oh so cold
Frosted and snowing everywhere,
The effects of emotion unchained and not on hold.

It stews here and brews, the cold winds do,
And the Blizzard will sigh with the Bindings,
Waiting, and wishing to find it.

Spells are cast,
Trees fade into black
Anything to find the freeze.
The forest will become a palace of ice and leaves,
Long before the dragons know of the storm.

Ever changing the storm Hate rages,
Longing for the days when they were Joyful.
Joyful was a day long, when the world was fresh and the winds were new,
But quickly when everything froze, they were Misery.

A Blizzard rushes in, finding Hate before they are Fury,
And the world melts away, warm and spring again,
As Misery is Joyful, and Melancholy is Hate.
Misery is Blessed, and everything else fades.