BLYTHE ATLAS ARVANITI In the frost bitten hour, her four paws nipped at the soft, snow flaked tundra. The unforgettable feeling of the cool wind tugging at her coat seized to remind her of her child hood, the memories both cruel and good, flooded into her cranium. Endless pictures of her past clouding her vision for a short period of time before blinking her optics in effort to rid of their moving pixels, a beautiful caramel crown shook the thoughts away almost as fast as they came rolling on in. Dosing off for a period of time, gem stones flickering from reality to fantasy -- unable to take hold of the fact that she is alone in this world. Trying so hard to accept the fact that her sister, Rebekah, and brother Klaus were no where in this new dawn; this place these hounds call 'Alacritis'. Her stomach spoke to her, reminding her of the empty pit that has yet to be fed. Hunger was certainly scarce for her, since she seemed to always have something to maw on. But this time she was on the brink of starvation, and having trouble finding a walking corpse in these parts was hard to come by, if you are someone who doesn't know the land very well. It was now clear to her that she'd have to search far and wide for a hoofed beast, hell maybe even a small rabbit, that'll get her energy back up. Increasing her speed, the goddess prowled the terrain, snout lifted to the sky in an attempt to catch any scent of prey in the area that she patrolled. ooc: sorry so short hun, I was being rushed and had some muse block

robb stark

The frigid tundra was something this dame had yet to control. Her optics shown with the sign of her body being cold and damp from the snow that fell from the heavens. Her distant memory of playing in the snow with her family, was now shot with the thought of surviving here in this frozen field of white. Her movements were slow due to her paw pads licking at the snow and having ice being stuck in between her toes, causing the ebony paw pads to crack and bleed. The cr?me and orange colored dame stopped momentarily to lick at the crimson that dripped from the cracks that formed underneath her ebony pads. She winced from the pain; but she stood tall and continued onward to try and find some place to rest for the night.

She approached this stone cave. It wouldn't be the warmest place here, but at least it would shield her from the vast collection of frozen water droplets that fell from the sky and onto the landscape below. The dame walked inside and sniffed the air. A bear had taken shelter here, but the scent was old and Tallulah thought that it wouldn't be coming back.

The orange and cr?me she-wolf curled her form into a ball, closing her eyes and listening to the wind echo throughout the cave. Her ears upward and erect to catch any sounds that she had to worry about.