

ThwaxmetThe day was cold and dreary. Winds from the north howled like wolves homing in on their prey, the trees were bare of foliage, the ground covered in snow so white it reflected the heavens, with blinding bright. Matthew sits under his gazebo, bundled in layers of clothing to stay warm, while listening to the winds howl meld with the music of the birds multifaceted songs. Matthew has always been a solitary child, and even now, in his twenties, he is still a loner.Thwaxmet
Matthew's face is soft and gentle at a glance, but his eyes are deep and focused behind the gentle shape. Grey as the skies above are his eyes, with skin tanned as Italian
*tackles u*
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