"See, if you spoil a child too much, they'll begin to rot from the inside out until they're nothing but a soulless troll in need of a good hiding."
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Just as Bernard Evergreen, the Arch-Elf who responds to Santa Clause Scott Calvin, is beginning to...
A/N: So my reference for this version of Krampus is the one from the 2015 movie as it's my favourite design and depiction of him. Here are some pictures!!
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At the ancient titan's side was his henchwoman Doom, a stoic look on her face though in her eyes was a hint of mischief, as there usually was within all Southern elves at any given situation. The smoke around them lingered, and Bernard felt a sense of dread looking the creature in his shadowed face. His eyes were sunken, yellow, and goat like. His beard was brittle and grey. His teeth were actively rotting, and his face was folded and wrinkled with his many years. Hunched over a delicately crafted walking stick, not only from his age but likely how heavy his massive horns which hung over his head were, although having met him before Bernard was frightened by his appearance alone.
Without any hesitation, Lucinda approached Krampus, Bernard reluctantly following behind her. While he kept a good distance between them, Cindy came very close to him, so she could see his eyes under his heavy hood. The beast's joints creaked like an abandoned home as he slowly lifted his arm. Instinctively, Bernard flinched at this, but Lucinda was still as Krampus placed a gentle hand on her head. This was a typical greeting that Krampus would bestow upon his head elf every time they met after a long time of being apart. It was a moment before Krampus looked up at Bernard, his decrepit hand motioning for the man to come forth. Though reluctantly, Bernard took a few quiet steps forward. Slowly, but surely, he was met with the same greeting - a gentle hand on his head. It would've been endearing had the skin on his hands not flaked onto his face, but there were bigger things to be worried about in that moment - like what Krampus was going to do to Dagger.
"...take me to him," Krampus growled in a low, husky voice that almost had an echo to it, Lucinda nodding as she looked toward Bernard. "Yes sir, right this way," she responded, nodding for Bernard to lead them to where Dagger was being held, to which he followed suit.
Bernard went on to lead them where he had originally kept Dagger on his first offence - in a room typically used to hold meetings amongst superiors to discuss strategies, warfare, etc. He was once again tied to a chair, and guarding him was Torque, Kafka and Ocean. Though startled, the two Southern elves managed to keep their composure, while Ocean's fear was evident on his face as he trembled nervously from the smell of existential terror.
