It was frozen, even more so during the winter and it made him laugh a little bit. He couldn't smell because of his nose injury, but the others were still healing scabbed over at that. They wouldn't scar apart from the one that added a cross to his shoulder. He felt like an anti-Christ now, it was rather enjoyable. He flicked his tail as he trailed the wall, he had killed here once, and had even found two bodies not of his own here. And it made him laugh that he wasn't like that anymore, he still enjoyed killing, but didn't do it as much and wasn't strong enough to do so. His two different colored eyes looked over the horizon covered in snow. The scar under his eye making it probably the first thing most would look at. His tail flicked back and forth as he sat down to rest. Keeping his head alert for threats, he didn't trust the world still. Old habits die hard, but he still had them. He narrowed his eyes, burying claws into the dirt, and trying to keep his grip in it. Speech,

ooc;; I'M SO TIRED PLEASE FORGIVE ME. That and my Alaria muse is a bit drained >.> I've been rping nobody but Felicita all day today xD Alaria padded slowly through the frozen tundra that was the North. She was losing herself, slowly but surely. The ebony and ivory fae had lost the majority of her anger; instead she was simply empty. Numb. No, she didn't feel the pain and the rage. But neither did she feel anything but the icy hollow where her heart used to be. No happiness. No comfort. Nothing brought her joy anymore, and she wasn't sure if anything ever would again. Alaria was perilously close to the edge, and she definitely wasn't far from throwing herself off of it. Getting the urge to change up her point of view, Alaria paused and looked around. Alaria walked slowly, amber irises seeking out a place to climb up to the top of the wall that she walked along the base of. She didn't understand what it was or why it was there, but she accepted its presence, as easily as she accepted the rising and setting of the sun, the saltiness of the oceans, the storms of rain and snow that fall from the sky. She may not understand any of those things, but she did not trouble herself with attempting to figure out the answer. Alaria quickly gave up on her attempts to find a way to the top of the wall, and she vehemently opposed the idea of trying to jump straight up to the crown. Instead, the young woman continued on her merry-less way down the base of the wall. Abruptly she came upon an ebony male, his bicolored eyes gleaming in the light reflecting off of the snow. He was covered in half-healed wounds that Ria acknowledged without really caring. She snorted out a laugh that sounded like she was slightly choking, the utterance completely devoid of humor. "Jeez, what happened to you? Did dinner get a little feisty?" Alaria loosed another humorless laugh, her words dripping with sarcasm. She was probably getting herself into a bit of a pickle, but when one has no regard for their own well-being, what do they care? Speech Thought Others

Oddity ruffled his fur as he was approached, this lack of scent was rather bothersome, without another trying to blow it in his face. Yet another female, it seemed like the ladies had been falling into his paws more easily as of yet. But he wasn't looking to just gift his king, he was looking for somehow to just plain have some sort of interaction with his new found patience and personality at that. His tail flicked back and forth as he raised a brow. She showed no scars upon her fur, so what did she know. He could care less to someone who would boast like that. Considering her lack of scars, it meant she hadn't had one scratch on her and she was young. In his state he wouldn't fix it since he was injured and needed himself for the war. Yet a small smile crept to his face as his ears flicked. Maybe she would become afraid of him after a little bit? Who knew, either way, she was fascinating, enough for him at the moment. "No, but it seems like someone like you never has had prey snap back at you." He noted, the brute raised an eyebrow. Oddity was at least enjoying himself a little bit, he wasn't entirely in a bad mood, or a good one either. So she was lucky for that, the male had completely changed from when he was before. She was lucky but then not so lucky at the same time. "My name is oddity, what brings someone like you to the wall?" Oddity asked, pulling himself slightly closer, just to try and make her feel uncomfortable. If she tried to snap at him, he would simply high tail it and run. It wasn't like he was going to try anything anyway, he just wanted to know what would make her have such an attitude. Speech,

Alaria eyed the male up and down, criticizing every flaw. Her facial expression was a look of utter contempt, and she didn't care. She was empty of emotions, empty of anything that made her feel alive. "Someone like me?" Alaria scoffed, affronted. Her voice took on a menacing tone. "Just because you can't see my scars, doesn't mean they're not there." Alaria tore her amber gaze from the brute, turning her head to where she could stare out across the tundra and still keep tabs on the brute in her peripherals. Oddity, was his name? Alaria giggled insolently at that. Odd, he was. But at the same time, Alaria admired him. Very few wolves who possessed the scars of battle would sit idly by as they were insulted. In fact, Ria happened to gain a bit of respect for Oddity. Of course, that didn't mean she was going to cease tormenting him. It was nothing personal, the ebony man just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. "What brings me to the wall? That's a damn good question that even I don't know the answer to." Alaria stated. And it was true; she didn't know where she had been or where she was going. All she saw in front of her was listless living, pointless day to day activities that did nothing to fill the void. Suddenly aware that Alaria was beginning to let her guard slip, the young woman snatched back up her bad attitude and let another quip loose. "What about you, Odd? Hiding from Mr. Sharp-toothed Rabbit, are we?" Alaria snickered. She knew that her attitude was most likely going to get her a new handful of scars that her fur would just grow right back over, but as was stated before: she did not care. Speech Thought Others

Oddity was far less caring just as she was, though he knew himself that he could might as well be stronger. He was far too lazy, and far too uninterested in trying to gain more injuries at the moment. His relaxing wouldn't not be swayed by a little lady who thought she knew what she was talking about. After all, to him, if a scar was not showing, it meant there hadn't been enough pain worth to actually call it a fight. Such as he thought, anyone who didn't aim to rip flesh off and fur, to leave their mark, was a soft hearten fool who would quickly return to their maker within a breaths notice. His two different colored eyes simply looked over her before he folded his paws, laying his head on them. Once she was finished, his ears flicked. "The rabbit has a pack to look after rather than chasing after some mouse she already beat." He snorted lightly. It was true though, Jupiter had her own things to worry about. As did him and his king with the war, and he would be ready at the enemies heels. In order to retain back his dignity and rid himself of scars that showed that he had lost nearly every battle since he arrived on ala. He would not make a fool of himself that much any longer. Tail flicking back and forth as he watched the lady, she just seemed to be in a bad mood didn't she. "So a stranger like you just happened to wander here, what get into a fight with your old man?" He teased a bit. He might as well be provoking her as well, but he would simply run if needed. Oddity wasn't afraid of being a coward when he needed to save his body for something far more important. And war, was more important than a wolf who was simply trying to take out her pitiful anger on him. Speech,