Not welcome

The man was no stranger to snow. He'd been born in the freezing heart of winter after all and raised in the Basin, a land of permanent winter (or so it had seemed). Walls of ice, a palace of frozen glass, and a chill that never seemed to leave his bones. But then again perhaps that chill was something he was born with. With a snarl on his lips the man shifted. It was an inelegant process going from human to elephant, but the man hardly cared. There was no one around and even if there was, their eyes would not be upon him, monstrous creature that he was. Plowing the snow away from his humble home was easy with a trunk and legs like cement columns. Not a lot of snow fell within the Woodlands thanks to the thick canopy of trees, but he needed to make sure that what little condensation did accumulate was taken care of, lest it freeze in the spaces between the stonework of his walls and expand when the weather warmed. Shifting back into his own body was an even less savory process. Stumbling awkwardly the man caught himself against a tree, grabbing at the collar of his shirt and yanking it back into position with a silent grimace. Stalking forward though moving as if perhaps he was slightly drunk (he wasn't though, but balance and coordination had always eluded him), the man went to study the seal around his door to ensure that it was air-tight. His fingers moved along the stones with a shocking amount of care, bi-coloured eyes searching the depths where the rocks butted against each other for any sign that structural damage was to come. He saw none of course. The man was a craftsman when it came to stone, if nothing else. ru'in There's a place I go to, where no one knows me It's not lonely, it's a necessary thing.