Sin Armada

Untainted paws walked upon the lone lands of the North. The lands he moved upon, unbroken and unblemished. The wind swept them clean, freeing them of any deformities and impurities. Flawless, just as he was. The only thing that broke his white pelt were the intricate blood stained markings he so chose to paint himself with. His mother after all, wanted them painted. So blood was his chosen color. Amber eyes glowed through the gale that swept around him. It blew snow up and around and in intricate patterns in the air on all sides. One would be crazy to walk in a flurry such as this, they could easily become lost. It was near impossible to see no more then a yard or so ahead, so anyone could get lost. Except for him. He was well trained in these kinds of conditions, his pelt easily hiding him within the snow. This, was his element. He lived for terrain like this, the winds and weather working in his favor. One would be unfortunate to come across him, though perhaps lucky enough if they remained on his good side...And so he traveled, paws leaving deep marks in the ground as they sunk into the snow. The ground was covered in at least three feet of snow. His legs sinking halfway, it was definitely difficult for anyone to walk here, even for him. The wind howled around him, his eyes narrowing as his tail clung to him. His fur pulled and tugged, ears becoming windswept, yet he would press on.

He left the Amenti caves and traveled north, limping through the beginning of another blizzard. Looking for food, again. The winter was taking longer than usual, it felt like. Maybe he'd spent too much time by himself lately. Ganelon wasn't really used to it. Hopefully things would change now. Or maybe not. The locals weren't too friendly, as far as he could tell. Oh well.

The mercenary loped along, keeping the wind more or less at his back so he could find his way home(?) again, gray eyes fixed on a point in the whiteout directly ahead of himself. The snow was just starting to burn his feet when the wind dropped abruptly. He stopped immediately and waited for it to start up again, sniffed the air to see if anything promising might be nearby. No. Then the wind started again and he started walking too, letting it push him along. It would be hard work getting back, but he could feel himself slowly starving. His body had run out of fat to burn for fuel and started eating away at his muscles; Ganelon was a big wolf but these days he was starting to look a bit..skeletal. He'd go out hunting every day until he came across something.

What he came across, quite suddenly, was another wolf. This one was going into the wind and therefore Ganelon didn't smell him and the other wolf probably hadn't had time to keep an eye out for him. The scarred wolf almost walked right into the guy and had to change course suddenly to avoid him, shifting so the wind was on his right side and getting some distance away from the stranger. This one was a male too, a white one with strange red markings or something. Might be dye or whatever. Some tribes were into that kind of shit; Ganelon had never found it all that useful. The soldier dropped his head, gray eyes staring at a point over the other male' shoulder, and waited for him to pass on. It seemed doubtful that there would be much to talk about in this situation, and he wasn't too proud to let someone go around and wait for them to pass. He'd outgrown posturing a long time ago.

Sin Armada

Ugh, fuck this damn weather... He was beginning to see the impossible of trekking through the snow storm. However, he would not shy away from the challenge of nature. He always won his battles, and this was no different. Scents in the air were impossible to define. The winds blowing in every direction, made it impossible to smell or even hear. And yet, from the corner of his sights, he'd spot a figure that would nearly come upon him. Sin stopped, flicking his ears as he stared at the stranger, his gaze burning through the flurry of snow that surrounded the air between them. Grunting, he decided to ignore him for now. For this place was unforgivable, relentless as it swirled around them. He could sense that they were nearly out of the snow fog, amber gaze returning to the sights ahead of him. There would be a break in the storm somewhere, and he was sure to find it. And of course, he would within mere moments of the thought. Sin pulled himself forward, sharpened claws gave him traction as he left his marks in the snow. His crimson stained pelt now covered in a thick blanket of snow. Leading the way out of the blizzard without saying a word to the stranger, for he would never admit to himself, or anyone, that he was helping another. Sin cared not for others, only for himself. And if ever he did decide to do something for another, he would never say nor acknowledge nor speak of it. To do so, would mean death for the other. Nobody dared speak of whatever kindness he had done or would do, else he'd silence their tongues and regain the karma he had collected. Each step brought him closer to the salvation of calm air. The winds even seemed to lose some of their strength, but yet they raged on as if desperately trying to cling to his body and attempt to claim his soul. A smirk played on his blood tainted lips, he was the claimer of souls. He was the grim reaper. He was the hand of fate that would decide who died, and who lived. And at last he'd release himself of natures unyielding grip. The young reaper stepping from the danger zone into the face of calm serenity, untainted...until he stepped upon it. Breaking free from the grasp of the icicles that had a hold on his pelt, he cleared himself of the impurities. The male then turned to face the direction of the stranger, amber orbs boring through the wall of snow until his unknown companion of fate emerged from its depths.