She had woken up after a beautiful night of watching the northern lights dance across the sky. The babe had found what looked like an old den site in one of the strange rooms on this structure, filled with furs and other useful items. Most of which she used for a bed, so she was finally able to get her beauty sleep. It was a calm and beautiful day as she stepped out onto the ship deck, her fur perfectly groomed and looking its best. She breathed in and breathed out, watching her breath come out in a little puff of mist. While she was liking the North, she couldn't wait for Spring to arrive. She would be heading back South soon, so she decided to do a bit more exploring today and likely over the next couple of days before the return trip. "Talk" "You" Think

About ten thousand tonnes of ancient rusting metal, paint peeling and blistering like a bad sun burn. What was this incredible structure and how did it got here the beast could not explain however he realized immediately that the structure was an old timer, a veteran, maybe even older than his grand-grandparents! Massive pads brought him closer, taking a deep breath in its proximity, familiarizing himself with it, and to his surprise the old planks retained the odour of the fish which became soon nauseating. The ground was wet and cold and freshly dusted with white. Laying sprawled in the snowy earth was the best making his way upon the deck, a thin sheen of frost coating his form. He was not old, no more than yearling, maybe a young adult at first glance due to his muscles rippling underneath his soft, thin tissues of skin. Ashen hair thread slithered in the frigid wind, moving snakelike on his scalp, the liquid color familiar to his tendrils fell into a degrade of darker colors, reaching dark navy blue and even black towards the last bottom half of his body. His auditory system soon flickered, rotating themselves towards the source of the sound. Who is there? Instinct gripped the beast and he flexed his muscles, tensing and rolling his shoulder blade backwards to make himself seem bigger than he was in reality. Speech

"Who is there?" Ears swiveled at the sound of a masculine voice. No. It was the voice of a boy. Younger than the other males she had encountered. Younger than her. Tail flicked as molten gaze watched the corner, the babe standing just on the other side of it. Someone was there, though of course, she didn't know who. It wasn't Orwynd or Striden. She'd know their voices anywhere after having met them. Crown and banner lifted high, the babe waited a moment, but the footsteps had stopped. Her own had paused for a few moments as she waited to see if the owner of the voice would show himself, but she wasn't one to wait any more than she had to. She stalked forward, nails lightly clicking on the wooden ground beneath her as she made her way around the corner, only to come nearly face to face with a young male hardly bigger than her. Molten gaze stared at him for a moment, dancing across the darkened pelt of ash and navy blue and lingering for a moment on the embers that appeared to be burned into his skin. Her breath hitched for a moment. Could...could this be one of them? Was it possible she had just found one of the Elementas clan? She didn't know who they were. Didn't know what they looked like. She could hardly even remember their names...but he had fire in his fur. Surely he was a cousin or something, right? "Paradise Elementas, who are you?" She questioned sternly, wanting to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible. "Talk" "You" Think

Alright so imagine a young Dean Winchester if you ever seen Supernatural. lol

With a paw raised in mid air he stared at the other dumbfound; his jaws were agape and he kept blinking intensely. Was this...a woman? He tilted his skull to his right in confusion. She certainly looked like one, only that this one was absolutely beautiful Sonovabitch. he gasped and as soon as he realize he had been staying in the same position for what felt like minutes the male places his paw steadily and slowly on the ground, shaking his crown and displaying the most charmin grin he was capable of, all teeth and gums in all his boyish allure. How ya' doin' ? he rose his eyebrow softly in question as he remained in awe of her. Now, make no mistake, he has seen women before, obviously, though none as..electric as this one was and it seemed that she wore similar markings to his own, of fire and lava. His muscles remained tense, guarded, he knew better than to leave his guard down even in front of ladies. But somehow this creature before him did not seem a threat at all yet somewhere inside his mind there was the tiny voice of his mother that continued to haunt his presence.Faust. he shook his skull once again before he answered her question. Ha, so she was called Paradise. Fitting name for such a fine broad. his eyes widened for a moment upon realizing he voiced his inner thoughts aloud. I mean.. Heh, what can you do? He plastered the same boyish grin once again, ...you know. Speech

Molten gazed watched him. A brow rising with a questioning look at the boy's dumbfounded look. He looked confused. The boy gawking at her like she was some alien life form or something. Her gaze steadily watched him, the pair in an apparently awkward standoff. The babe and the brute were close enough in proximity that she heard a single word falling from his lips. Okay...maybe he was...broken? Mentally challenged? That was always a possibility, right? Almost near the point of turning away to return to her own business. But then something happened. He moved! Ah, so he was in there somewhere! "How ya' doin' ?" "Uh...fine?" Her eyes darted away for a moment before returning to him. Okay...this was awkward. He was awkward. She felt awkward. The male called himself Faust, and then...everything after that made her feel even more awkward. Except for the 'fine broad' part. She was not some broad bimbo! The awkwardness she felt melted away to be replaced by an indignant stare. "And you have a name that's too good for someone who looks like they're challenged. What's the matter with you? You've been staring at me like I'm some weird swamp creature! She huffed, her fur fluffing out with irritation while her tail lashed int he same manner. Okay, maybe she had gone a little overboard with what she said, but really, nobody had talked to her like that before. Nor had anyone ever called her a broad. She was far too good to be called that! "Talk" "You" Think

Alright so imagine a young Dean Winchester if you ever seen Supernatural. lol

She was the kind of girl that women loved to hate. She was an adult he supposed, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her coat was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. That was of course, until she called him...off? The young man jaws were agape once more as he was, in a word, shocked by the words his auditory system caught. Challenged? he questioned her words, rethorically, with an astonished look painted all over his handsome features. Now wait just one god damn minute. his deep baritone clashed with her own and he could not believe his ears. There must be some sort of misunderstanding here. he continued, pressing on with a rather oblivious manner because hell, he did not know what he had done or said to anger this angel. Were all women like that? Speech