Cold

Something is wrong, though what exactly it is that seems to be troubling her mind Arisu has no idea. Her mind, her body, seem to falter. Her days go by idly, and she falls stagnant. The woman decides then, on a whim, to leave the new place she calls home. Ludicael. So she wanders through the east, to a place that seems beginning with new life, and full of potential. It is here she begans the process of finding some suitable soil, perhaps a place to grow the poisons she will need. The female breathes in, lets out a deep sigh. The world is dull for her... and she has no idea where to stir up some life. All signs of her family have proved to yet, prove unnoticeable. Were they still within Alacritia?

Or had her cowardly mother fled? Despite what it was that Vi had claimed, the ex-Sovari did not believe that her mother had simply given up the pack for sake of family. No... that was all the more reason to fight for it. A scoff leaves the red-brown girl, and she comes to stop, alone, among the fallen and the new life. Her tail fluffs out in irritation, her gaze hardened as she looks into the lands. Arisu feels alone, but surely this is not the case. Perhaps, somewhere, there is a plaything... a pawn to be had. OR an accomplice. Either way... soon she will need to stop waiting... and action will need to be taken.