Vilhelm

Snow.. who knew? Actually everything did because this is the Siberian tundra dude.

Vilhelm and his crew were literally walking through the tundra for fun, it really wasn’t much out there other than really snow, snow, snow and more snow. Oh and some trees, plus a small animal here and there. The four like tree guys are just walking around for fun.

Vilhelm was leading the three others of course, Vlad Yungman, the drummer was really just looking around, the snow was holding onto his stubby horns of the mask, Morbius was just bored, he kept picking up snow and tossing it a Vladimir Lehtinen.

The two guitarist’s were being idiots even though normally they’re stoic as hell until Morbius hit Vilhelm, in turn made Vilhelm stop and turn around to look at the two guitarists.

”Остановка,” Vilhelm just snarled at them, he looked between them before Vlad starts walking again. Vilhelm kept walking, his staff was also covered in snow, the skull on the staff had a bit of snow in the sockets.

”Идиот,” Morbius hissed, “Заткнись,” Vladimir hissed before Vlad glanced back at them and muttered with a grumble, “Ребята, вы заткнетесь? Что, если лесные божества услышат нас?” That made everyone stop and pause. Vilhelm glanced back then turned to face them.

“Мы приближаемся, Влад, не волнуйся.” Vilhelm sighed gently and shook his head. The four kept walking and once they reached the river, the river where everything happens, the four stand around for a little bit before Morbius sees something.

“Вильгельм! Что это такое?”

“Я туда не смотрю.”

”Подожди, что это?” Vladimir muttered which made Vlad glance up and look over.

“Черт возьми, это человек?!” Vlad barked loudly and finally, Vilhelm looked over and his eyes widened, like, all the way.