A quick slice to the throat was all it took as The White Owl sat from a tree watching. The hidden blade had sheathed back into his sleeve before the young man looked up at the sky.

The blindfold he wore meant something, a much greater meaning... yet only known to him and the court of Owls.

Snowflakes gently fell from the sky falling upon the pale skin on his face. Blind... blind since he was born, but that didn't mess up how he truly "saw" the world around him. Though it is quite ironic as his title was The Owl, which could see almost everything.

Taking his blindfold off wouldn't be good at all, if anyone were to him in the eyes they'd be driven to commit suicide.

He knew what they saw... past love ones... worst fears... or maybe something far different...