Birds Belongs South (open)

[Sage Fiera]

The snow was falling in large amounts on the Inn. Though at the same time there was no wind to carry it, just large accumulated amounts. By now it was a good six inches deep in some areas, while in others it was only one or two. This would change soon though once the falling snow had more time to build. Who knows how much will be left in the wake of this relentless flurry. Surprising how the old building was still standing, it had to have live with the snow coming down like this on a regular basis, and was still standing. Who knows how many winters it had to deal with, not to mention rain, thunder storms, and other disasters the keepers have planned for the being within the dome. Of corse this had to be some messed up way of crowd control right, these people weren't just killing the innocent for entertainment! After all so many people must have to live under the dome, and with limited food and ground they had to control the populous some how.

As the snow continued to fall so did a new comer, only she fell a few feet, and the snow broke her fall. Once she landed the cold damp snow touched what bare flesh she had, and began to soak into her cloths. Quickly she jolted up and brushed the snow off, knowing she didn't what to die due to hypothermia or frost bite. Once Sage stood up she noticed what was around her, snow. It had been a life time since she had seen the powdery fluff that was snow, and how it reminded her of home. Then she realized where she was, the Dome, Menagerie, and this was not a home, but rather a prison ment to hold her and anyone like her. Taking her eyes off the sky and the ground she looked around for shelter, now she was beginning to realize how cold the air around her was, and how the snow storm was picking up. 

Sage was hesitant, the building was rickety and looked as if it would break at any moment. She couldn't trust that it would hold, but realized how limited her options where. It was either the building, or freeze to death. She chose the former and entered the building. As she walked in she noticed how the building was so worn and in fact on its last legs. Making her way through it she found skeletons of rooms, empty bed frames, and other items of unimportance. A shiver when up her spine, her jacket was damp and it only sucked the body heat out of her. She took it off and hung it from one of the few remaining door nobs. Then she went into that room, which was still in some form of shape, and climbed under a bed frame. She figured two things, if she was cold she needed to curl up to conserve body heat, and if the building fell on her the bed frame would give some protection, right?

["Quick" Taylor]

Quick sighed as he trudged through the snow, his breath misting in front of him as the . He found himself wondering how it could be so god damned cold this close to a desert. He gave out a shiver and wrapped his arms around himself and slapped and rubbed his sides in response. Then he started rubbing his fingers, which had gone numb through his gloves. He was glad he was close to the Breathelight. He could stop there for the night for shelter from this ridiculously fluffy white stuff falling from the sky. There was even one place he might be able to make a fire and be sheltered from the wind.

He quickened his pace towards the dilapidated inn, but his pace slowed slightly as he neared. As was typical when he was out and about in the dome, he was using his telepathic abilities as a sort of "radar," keeping his mind open so that he could sense if anyone approached him. It really, really helped keep people from sneaking up on him. Well, he had just "detected" someone inside, his mind brushing against their ever so gently.

He paused for a few moments as he considered his options. He could either go inside the Inn and take his chances with whoever was inside, or he could take his chances out in the snow. It only took him a few moments to decide and begin walking towards the Inn again, this with a tomahawk in hand. He didn't want any trouble, but he didn't intend to make himself an easy target for it either. He knew he would have to find and confront the person inside, though, so as he made his way through the doorway, he brushed his mind against their consciousness again. It wasn't much, just the lightest of touches, only enough to get an idea of where in the Breathelight they were at. Once he had an idea, he made his way towards the room of the hotel they were in, moving as quietly as his heavily booted feet would allow.

It didn't take long before he came upon a room that seemed right, and brushed against the person's mind just to be sure. Sure enough, he was able to tell that this was the room they were in and that they were...

...curled up underneath the metal bedframe?

He let out a silent sigh as he realized this person must have been desperate for shelter, but had never come across the Breathelight Inn before. They probably thought the bed would protect them in case the building came crashing down on top of them. Which, it definitely wouldn't. They were welcome to think whatever they wanted to think, though.

"Seeking shelter from the snow too?" Quick said into the room. He still had his tomahawk in his hand, though it was hidden behind the doorway the way he was standing, just in case this person ended up being dangerous. He wasn't just out here for a pleasure stroll. He was out here for his Ring, and he didn't intend to die and leave a Ringmate in possible danger...

[Sage Fiera]

Sage shivered, the shelter was better than nothing, but she was still cold. Along with the increasing winds and the fact she was unable to wear her wet jacket she was left freezing. If only she knew how to make a fire, sure if she had matches or kindling she could, but neither of those things could be around the building. This place was most likely picked dry ages ago by people. Thinking it still may be smart to look around, after all if she was going to die she would rather die searching instead of cowering. Slowly pulling her shivering body out from under the cold metal frame she stopped. She heard foot steps among the howling winds. The floor creaked under her, she assumed it was just the wind. Pressing her ear to the aged flooring she heard it, foot steps. Her heart began to pound, and she pulled herself tighter into a ball in the corner. No way would she fly away in this whether, nor could she fight. Fear creeped up her spine, what would she do.

Before Sage could decided between fight and flight the intruder entered the space, well rather stood in the door frame looking down at her. She almost looked like a helpless child hiding from the monsters that went bump in the night. She continued to face the wall hoping he would kill her in one fast swift motion. But death didn't come, instead the person called out. Uncurling from her pethetic ball, she pulled herself out from under the bed, and calmed herself. Yet her guard was still up and she was ready to run away if she felt threatened. While pushing herself to her feet Sage replied, her tone calm exasperated. "Yeah, I got dropped today."

Sage stood, though at the same time kept her distance from the other shifter. From eyeing alone she could tell she was taller than the other shifter. This made her field a little better. Then she realized even with her height he could have a monsterous morph that would end her if she tried anything. This made her a little more uneasy. "Sorry, if this is your home I will leave." Sage commented quietly. She had a better chance surviving out in the blizzard than against him in battle.