Customs, were rather a lack of word when it came to him. Oddity had been the secluded child. He wasn't aloud outside of his fathers sight when he was younger. there was no moment where he was not training with his father. Every day, it was train train train. Not to protect others, but to protect himself and to kill those who were a threat to his survival. So maybe this journey was something Oddity was doing to save his mental state. Apart from his personality disorder in which it would never go away. Hunting was a good way to keep the urge off of his mind. As such he had a snow rabbit in his jaws. His eyes focused on the small pass he had entered through. Luckily summer had made it so it was not common for it to get blocked. Though rock slides still could happen. Oddity was a silent man anyway no howling for him while he was here. Finding a nice spot to eat his rabbit he stopped and began to dig into the flesh of it. Warm and nice feeling to his throat, this had to be the best meal he had eaten in a while. Not counting fish which were his favorite food after all and he enjoyed fishing. The rabbit was still good meat though, he wasn't going to take it for granted. After he finished his meal he started to lick at his paws to get the blood off of it. Though it would still stain over his muzzle. Which he didn't mind, it wasn't the first time it had happened. It wasn't just rabbits blood though, he had his fair share of wolf kills. He wasn't perfect, but maybe just the evil part of him was hiding itself half the time he was living. Speech,

A routine is a series of planned actions regularly practiced, like a fixed program implemented in the back of one's head genetically instructing them on what to do next because the following tasks or behaviours are familiar. But to Karmen, the schedule of one action followed by another in periodic alignment was crusty and suffocating. She didn't partake in customs or duties that enabled her to check off her daily 'to-do list', but maybe that is why she always wound up aimlessly wandering alone, her face dry with boredom. Even though every night she discovered somewhere new to call her bed and graciously enjoyed the constant change in scenery, she still managed to find her life lackluster, and 'lackluster' and Karmen should never belong in the same sentence. She fluttered her lashes and awoke this morning to overcast skies, with smudges of blue amongst the clouds to suggest that the day would clear up. Nuzzled snug and tight in a mountainside nook, she pulled herself free, shaking all the collected dust out of her golden locks. Immediately, she caught wind of a stranger and his breakfast - faintly - and turned her delicate face toward the only pathway in and out of the path: it was jagged and dark here, and the air was cluttered with tension, with the possibility that loud noises or abrupt movements could initiate a violent reaction of falling rocks. How dreadfully unfortunate that would be. And like the thoughtless nymph she was, she carelessly tossed away all concerns out the window and convinced herself to take a gander at the unknown passerby. Besides, there was only one way out of this wretched canal, so she was bound to stumble upon him sooner or later, and why not sooner? Karmen sauntered down the rocky slopes and sparse weeds, her feet barely touching the ground as she feigned walking on air, a smirk lacing into her lips as she headed straight towards her morning entertainment. speech

Oddity finished his meal quickly. As he couldn't scent the female being upwind from her, he could hear her in the pass area. What ghost decided to come upon him in this day? It was another female, rather beautiful, with white in color, no a bit darker than that a creamy color. Over her same colored eyes yellowish gold in color. It caused the man to tilt his head, showing off the scar on his chest as she approached. He had met a much more beautiful female he had recruited to Glaciem, so he was not worried so much about this one. Though his mind did tend to get side tracked rather easily. His two different colored orbs reflected off of the ground as she came into his sight. He stood on his paws watching her. So was he being searched out as some sort of entertainment, then again he did that with others from time to time, he had no reason to feel bad about it. Not like he could anyway, his brain wasn't wired to do so. "Who may you be?" He asked tilting his head as he usually did. Perhaps he could coax her to Glaciem as he did with the other female. He was certain the king would be pleased if he did so. Oddity would love to get in good with the man, perhaps he would then be able to reproduce on his own. His son would be raised to praise the king and follow every order. Then go on his own with his will. Though that was only if he could make that deal with Isar. Speech,