The dry, frigid air of the ice lake stung against the nose of a man walking across it. At his side, a young boy, dressed in the warmest of furs chased after him, giggling with laughter as he slipped and slid across the ice. Behind them, a woman followed, cradleboard strapped to her back, carrying a sleeping bundle, her second son, only months old and eyes still taking in all that life had to offer. With her, a large polar bear, Inuka, walked proudly, its head held high though it was covered in gear and supplies, packs strapped to its back, mumbling something about long journeys and seals.
Ahead of them was a large expanse of nothingness, the bitter sparse nothingness dotted with villages, towns, and settlements that the citizens of this area called home. Ice, snow, frigid water, and in the distance a small range of mountains, those were the obstacles that joined this family on their way to what would be their final destination.
They were members of the Hirameke clan of Yuki no kuni, and the man was a medium ranking shinobi though also highly talented in terms of his artistic vision. They were just returning from a trading expedition in one of the nearby towns, a chance to sell some things, buy some things, and generally have a completely different type of adventure, a vacation of sorts. It had been a successful trip, the man selling many of his prized sculptures and collectibles for much needed supplies and money, all of which would go towards his newly budding family. They had met many people from all over the country, many of which they would never see again, though a piece of him would be with anyone that bought his goods. Now, the event was over, and the three day journey home was coming to and end. The village that they and their clan had called home for many generations was just within arms reach of the mountains, and beyond that, their new home, Yukigakure.
A quick gust of wind blew a large amount of snow across the lake, obscuring the path for just a moment, but in that moment both the man and the polar bear snapped to attention, one holding his hand behind him, signaling his wife to grab their child and stop, and the other circling around back. There was a scent on the wind, one of malice and ill intent, one of bloodshed, one of danger. The man had felt strange ever since they had left the town, but after thorough searches, diligent night watches, and convincing himself that it was just his nerves, he had let it slip to the back of his mind.
This feeling he had now was different, it was stronger, it was more imminent. As the snow cleared his eyes scanned for anything out of place, anything that would explain the feeling both he and his companion were having, and yet there was nothing. His wife looked at him with questioning eyes, but said nothing, holding her toddlers hand as she waited, her nerves instantly jumping to the edge.
"Hmm...nothing I guess..."
As the ice around him cracked, rumbled and ripped into spikes, hindsight would taunt him at how wrong he was. Blades like chainsaws ripped through the frozen lake, sending freezing water airborne, instantly crystallizing into snow as it hit the air. Glistening scales ground against the ice, shimmering in the light yet causing a grinding sound that rung deep into the family's bones. Still, nothing rung deeper than the bone chilling roar that even Inuka trembled at.
Eyes black as the blackest night pierced the endless white, staring at the five, alone, stranded, helpless. A toothy grin roze high in the sky, hovering above them like a god.
This was death.
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