It was impossibly warm here, although the humidity was stifling. When the rains started, he hadn't even noticed them. So damp was his pelt that the initial sprinkles had hardly registered until they became a steady patter. With a grunt of surprise, the hellish goliath flattened his ears in irritation and started moving with a great deal more speed in each long stride. Ash cloaked paws moved in a quick, heavy trot that carried him in the direction of a notable quiet space amidst the growing drum of rainfall all around him. Sure enough, he immediately noticed the absence of rain striking his face as he slipped beneath the overhanging ridge near the outskirts of the rolling plains of the valley. The roots of a particularly old tree on the edges of the ridge were holding the substrate in place and offering cover for the waterlogged titan, with more than enough space to get comfortable. He shook the warm rain from his thin summer coat, and slumped against the gentle curve of the back wall. Cool earth welcomed him like a tender embrace, mingling with the shaggy fibres of his pelage as he slid down onto the equally damp earth under his paws. Sprawling out with one thick foreleg under his head, the blind giant settled in for the long haul. The rain storms were constant, and only occasionally long lived, so he was decided ambivalent about the change in weather. He'd probably pick up his ambling walk through the surrounding territories to the grove in a few hours at most.   With the rolling thrum of heavy rains against the earthen roof over his head, and the growing aroma of damp loam flooding his nostrils, the beast found himself drifting off. Rather than fighting the nap, he decided to let himself drift off. His family likely wouldn't be the wiser to his departure anyways. Sighing heavily, milky white eyes fluttered shut and there was as rare peaceful expression upon his dark features as he fell asleep in his subterranean alcove. speech

Red, crimson substances stained the Mendacium's face, from a previous bloodshed she found herself into. One that even though she didnt look for, she took part like if she was. A group of coyotes decided it was a nice thing to mess with her, and of course she held no mercy against no one she gave them their price for being so fucking stupid to mess with the wrong wolf. She had no time for bullshit, so she preferred to end it in the way she knew, the only bloody way. Her neck was adorned by a heavily spiked collar, one she crafted herself. She liked it.

She looked around, cold eyes traveling. This place was a shithole, hot and smelling of rotten crap. She guessed this place had seen many of it's travelers die. But she didn't care. She herself was a bringer of death, taking other's lives without remorse, doing so like if it was as easy as breathing, like if that didn't mean any trouble doing. And the blood in her mouth was the perfect and best proof one could get of such statement.

She took note of corpses in stage of putrefaction , bones, and vestiges of whatever died there. This was a nice place to picture Imperia in. One who never cared for this topics, being one to kill like if it was essential in her life. Being deprived of love from the very start of her shitty life, she had none to spare, none to give, and apathy was very much her whole self. Her nose captured humid airs, and thundering from above. It would rain, so it would be wise to get cover, and slowly she made her way to a cave, not noticing her cousin at first.

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Drip, drip, drip. It was the quiet pattering of rainwater slicking away from the fur of a wolf, one who had wandered into the cover of the grassy ridge. When the warm water started to soak the fur of his paws, and then his lower leg, he snorted and awoke. Dark lips curled upwards in a vicious snarl, until the vestiges of a familiar scent made their way into his nostrils. Tinged with the tang of blood, albeit. Dark features relaxed into an uneasy, stoic expression as he took another few sniffs. There was a curious tilt of his skull as he turned his face towards his cousin. "You alright, Impy?" he drawled. The dark beast rolled onto his haunches, or as close as he could in the cramped space. Stooping to keep the points of his horns from catching in the soft earth overhead, he freed up some space at his side for his cousin to settle at his side. She was a woman of few words, but he found himself a little endeared to her standoffish, cold demeanour. Imperia was as much a monster as he was, which he viewed as another reason to enjoy her company- whether she did or not, he was unsure. "Seems you've been busy today," he murmured conversationally, a lopsided hint of a smile toying at inky lips. speech