Rising Splendor

Rising Splendor
From miles in the distance had he spotted it; from years yonder had he smelt it; and instinctively was he seduced by its brilliant, sadistic appeal. The one fabled as Jiretto Ekuseru could hardly contain his joy at the sight of a village flustered with ice. Naturally, even without an inspection of the proximity, he dove head first into the feast; his tongue traversing the cold wonders of a frozen well, his fangs shedding into sleet like butter, his hands groping the rich plunders of snow situated about the ground. He was in heaven, and though he felt a magical energy radiating from the village, he opted instead to continue with his endeavors, emptying balls of snow into his mouth, one handful after the other.