Darius Sandensire

"What..? Where am I?" He said cluelessly, Darius had found himself walking around in a strange corridor, the walls made of slightly rotted wood, each step made the floor creak, and the only light source were the few oil lamps on the walls. Going faster with his walking pace as he noticed he was walking for a while he looked behind him, a set of light blue eyes watching him from the darkness, waiting for something.

"Penelope? Is that you?" Nervously saying as he approached the eyes, it wasn't anyone he knew but instead a young woman with white hair and a long white dress. He was confused, she just stood there looking at him with a blank stare that suddenly changed to an angry stare and followed by a loud shriek. Darius' only thought was to run and that's what he did, turning he bolted down the corridor, yelling in fright. As the stranger began catching up with him, he found a door with chipped white paint and a rusted doorknob that gave much resistance when he attempted opening it, finally opening it when she was about ten yards away and he locked it behind him, the room was dim with a small broken window, nailed shut for some reason.

"W-what was that? I can't open the door...I want to leave." Beginning to cry slightly he turned around with his eyes closed, leaning against the door and when he opened his eyes, a person's face was right in front of him, they had shackles with chains that trailed back into the dark corner. At that very moment Darius woke up, sitting up swiftly while breathing heavily, he felt his own heart beating.

"It was a dream...good. Wait a minute..." Looking up at the heavy snowfall and then back down to get a look of the area, he was on a snowy coastline it seemed. Standing up he looked around for anyone while walking along the coast, crossing his arms from the freezing cold and then looking off the land, the large mass of ice and fog.

Myre walked calmly down the snow covered roads. He hadn't spoke to a single soul since he came here, wanting socialism yet pulling himself from others he wandered. thinking about everything that has happened him in his life. Myre enjoyed the cold, his tolerance towards heat was relatively low, and the sun didn't shine brightly here often. it was the perfct conditions for a vampire like himself.

Azix looked down on the singular flower that was on the deserted land of cold. The whiteness of it looked so majestic and goes well with the environment, that it aspires a single sigh to the watcher. The human took his scythe, rest on the top part of the handle on his shoulder and wrap the rest of his right arm around the rest of the handle, while his backpack was present of his back.

He liked living wildly in the frosted land; it wasn’t crowded, and led him to feel better with the temperature. He didn’t even need his clothing, though, he doesn’t feel the likeness of being naked either; it would just be really awkward when someone would meet up with him. Talking about strangers, with the corner of his eyes, he could see someone that was freezing in the snow. He tilted his head for a second, thinking if it would better to save him. He got down the hill that he was on and walked up to the adolescent.

“Hello there.”

He first stated as the snow hardened on their feet; he wouldn't like the stranger to get to drag down into the snow. Azix made his scythe fell backward on the snow as he took his backpack down his shoulders and searched for some clothing for the poor being.

”You shouldn’t be out in this temperature with that clothing on,” he said as he pulled out clothing that was sufficient to block the coldness and quite large for the structure of the stranger, “Next time, be prepared. We should find the nearest inn…” he looked up at the clouds, like if it was some ways to make him remember where he was. ”Hmmm; Frostberg seems to be the closest." Azix concluded as he turned to the small being, towering next to him. "Can you walk?” he asked as he popped his backpack up his shoulders, holding his scythe again.

Avera

Snow softly cascaded from the sky, lightly covering every surface in its path. It was cool, to Avera's standards, a nice cool. Her lips parted into a small smile before her mind wrapped around the situation. It was snowing, it wasn't time to be snowing. Nor did it ever snow from where she was from. Her multi-colored eyes opened slightly, the light reflecting off of the snow around her made her flinch. Although she had her protective ring, the light still stung her eyes. She looked around at her surroundings after she adjusted to the brightness. The tree she was leaning up against was the tallest she had ever seen before, and she had been around for a very long time. There was blood on the snow next to her, and after further investigation, she noticed it came from her own head. Her dark black, short hair, was matted with blood. There was no concern in her mind, she healed quickly, but she was hungry. As she stood, she noticed a creature lurking in the darkness of the trees.

It was a wolf, almost as white as the snow surrounding it, with blue eyes that pierced through Avera's soul. Avera crouched into an attack form and was ready to be pounced on. To her surprise the wolf came near her, a low growl emitting from its throat, but not in a threatening way. Tentatively she stuck out her hand to the wolf, it moved forward nuzzling at her. The situation pulled a smile from Avera as she realized she now had a friend. Both her and her new friend made their way to a snow covered road, a small sign that fread Frostberg pointing to the North, they both set out towards that direction.

Darius Sandensire

"Am I still dreaming? I must be, I may not know where I actually was when awake but I know it wasn't here." Many things were going through his head at that time, his surroundings were unaware to him as he walked in deep thought. As the strange man approached him, he snapped out of his trance and jumped back, a scared look on his face. His cautiousness and stress quickly turned to mere confusion when, this person came out of no where and then started helping him, not that he wouldn't accept it since he could easily see he was in no condition to be out here. Walking back up he took a jacket, scarf, and a pair of gloves, putting them on and smiling to him.

"Thanks mister, I doubt I could have gone much longer, before going to Frost Burger or whatever it is, where am I? I know this is a dream but I guess I'm curious." Waiting for him to begin walking, standing right behind him as if he was hiding to be cautious.