Brown indolent orbs of weak timid exhaustion scanned the terrain. The poor bird’s wings shook as the wind braced against the white feathers. Storm was in the air; as a storm was brewing inside her heart. Such rarity would anyone see a bird like creature, especially in this storm. A lonely feeling crept up inside Mosha as she flew above tall dark sticks with green leaves on top. As wind lifted, pulled, and pushed on her wings she wondered when would be a wise time to land. There were land walkers down there, and many she grew not to trust. Anger couldn’t brew inside her mind for she felt no anger towards those who tried to capture her. Either her foes wished to eat her, or maybe they wished to have her as a sign of their own strength. None the less Mosha always had the small will to forgive them, no matter what.

Snow covered the land; even in darkness the white snow was bright. Flying south for the winter wasn’t an option in this case. How could she fly all the way south without her flock to help along the way? Besides she wanted to stay wherever she was needed and her gut told her to stay. Many of the lakes were frozen, although the fish were find inside, the thick ice forbid her to enter. Just thinking of food forced her stomach to growl in a maddened sound. Hallucinations were trying to play ticks on her mind as she thrived for food, shelter, and sometimes a person to talk to.

Figures of trees began to disappear as odder shaped began to make themselves known. Short stout looking shapes with hues of brown and black. These shapes were all too familiar; Houses just normal average houses with the average human family. The beak tried to make a smile, but was impossible for a bird to do. I should try landing, maybe they are nice people, she thought to herself. But what if they hate me and drive me away! She fearfully thought has she continued to fly but at a much slow speed. Soon she would have to make a decision because the village wasn’t that big.

Crackles of thunder rang loudly like a boom. Desperate eyes gazed at the ground until finally she sighed into a quick faint of exhaustion. Spiraling to the ground was a beast who seemed to be one with the snow against her white wings. At a glance she looked as if she was one with the snow, and then a cold pillow of snow meted with her body.

(open to all, and sorry about the post I'm rusty)

Now, normally Alchemy wouldn't be out so late, neither would she be out in such conditions and she certainly wouldn't be outside in the snow, as pretty as it was she got cold feet very easily and had to sit in front of a fire for a good 20 minutes before she could feel her toes again, she just wasn't the type for icy weather. However tonight she'd been working a bit later than usual and had finally left to go home when it was almost pitch dark, good thing she could see in the dark then.

It wasn't the most enviable of nights for the young girl, she admired all aspects of nature and often came over all giddy when encountering anything like flowers of rivers or anything else mother nature would care to throw at her, but she just didn't mix with the colder variations. She had no idea why, but perhaps it may be something to do with her more fire aligned nature that caused her to be so incompatible with the frosty weather. No matter what the reason though Alchemy didn't even give it a second thought.

The air was cold, the streets dark and deserted, her toes frozen as usual, but Alchemy still kept her stubbornly cheerful mood despite her situation and so went on trudging through the snow as happy as she would be had she been presented with a big chocolate cake, in fact thinking about the cake in question was beginning to make her hungry and she glanced about to see if the bakery was still open. It wasn't.

She shrugged and walked past, humming to herself as she did so and gazing upwards. The thought of her cold feet immediately washed from her mind as she gazed upwards, it wasn't a very pretty sight and pretty soon a few numb toes would be the least of her worries, however her caution levels were exactly zero and so her instincts did nothing for her. They did kick in however at the sound of a soft thump, like someone throwing a rag into a pile of sand, or snow.

Alchemy paused and gazed down, her smile dropping off and transforming into a curious frown. She looked ahead of her but all she could see was a white covered road and a small pile of snow, odd how more snow seemed to fall in one place than the others. She let the thought slip from her mind and carried on, the village was fairly small so she would be home in no time, not like there wasn't anything to distract her on the way.

As she passed the snow pile however she stopped and looked down at it, noticing something odd about it. She couldn't quite place it but it was something to do with the feathers sticking out from it, snow didn't have feathers. She bent down to take a closer look and realized that the pile of snow was in fact some sort of bird, almost the exact same color as the icy powder itself. Alchemy didn't bother to suppress her surprise about this, in fact her face broke into a bright and cheery form one would usually associate with a small girl getting her first teddy bear.
"Wow," she breathed, her breath steaming in front of her "What a pretty bird!" It hadn't occurred to her that the creature might be dead, or worse dangerous, in fact the words 'caution' and 'tact' and anything else along those lines were completely lost on the girl.

She glanced up and down the street to see if anybody else had noticed the white, feathered friend she'd just found.
Lucky me, she thought It can't be everyday I find a pretty bird like this!
She reached out slowly to stroke the creature's feathery back, wondering where it had come from and whether it could talk or not, that would be great, a talking bird.
"Hello," she said, deciding to test this theory out "My name's Alchemy, what's your name?"

Thick heavy snow draped upon the white bird like a cold blanket in the night. Warmth didn’t escape the snow pile, but the coldness from the snow entered inside the frail bones of the avian. As soon as the bird had hit the snow belly first, she had awoken from her fainting spell. Although she wished to get up, the weight of compact snow forbade her, leaving her pinned in the snow. Only a few pounds were piled on top of her, but the weakness from flight had given her the illusion the snow weighed much more. Swaying back in forth inside the pile seemed pointless, all the bird had to do would just stand up on her talons. Then the blanket of snow would fall off like dead skin on a serpent in the summer.

Snow around her began to squeak as if it were being settled to the ground. Squeak after squeak sounded like light footsteps on the white ground. A small fright came within these squeaks, because Mosha had no idea who they belonged to. What were seconds seemed like hours as the light footsteps got closer. The cold sheet of winter kept her eyes blind to what ever came towards her. As if the season was playing a little cruel trick on the winged creature, friend or foe, friend of foe? Were the thoughts that echoed inside her brain; until finally the light feet had stopped rather close.

I’ve been seen! Her frantic thoughts raged as she half hoped that she left the snow, and met back up to the sky. The ground was bad and deadly as the sky held many warmth and securities. How any being could stand living on the ground, especially when it snowed was beyond the abilities to process. Panicked brown jewels shifted left to right in hoped to be able to catch a glimpse of the newcomer. Or maybe she didn’t know what if the sight was awfully fright some. Then again someone with light footsteps couldn’t be that scary right? What if it was a small animal like a deer or some common animal in a village?

Mosha used her beak to nuzzle the cold ice to get her neck and head up out of the snow more that way she could use her eyes. A fast breath of air escaped her airways, into a normal breathing pattern. Fast pounding in her heart raged as she studied the female before her. That was the very first time she saw such an expression. Not an expression of killing excitement as she seen on so many hunters. Nor was it a fearful look that many women and children gave. The young woman’s appearance was also odd that matched her look. Red hair, and red eyes, both rather rare features on a land walking being. This sparked curiosity on just who was the mysterious woman.

Then she figured the lady lost interest and would move on as she looked away from the white creature. A slow sound breath of relief left her beak as another grey cloud escaped. Yet the breath caught halfway in her throat as she locked eyes with the red eyed girl. Not only had she NOT lost interest, but she was about to reach out to the feathers on the bird’s back. Quickly the bird shut her eyes as hard as possible, and turned her head away, bracing to be hit on the back. The bird shuttered in anticipation of how the girl would treat her, good or bad. Instead of a hard slap on the back, small hands stroked her back. White feathers on the back stood up in joy and allowed the stranger to pet them. Mosha’s brown eyes opened and turned to the girl, and gave her a happy look.

Why the lady called her a pretty bird she hadn’t known yet the creature could understand the lady as she spoke. Mosha shifted in place as if to show she really wanted to answer her question, but couldn’t. Not because she didn’t know her name. The creature of white opened her beak, but nothing more then a mere chirp came out. Avain’s were not built to be able to speak other languages, although they could understand, they couldn’t project it in their voice. She didn’t want to stand up out of the snow, for the small strokes the girl gave didn’t make the creature wish to leave at all.

Alchemy's fingertips softly brushed across the bird's feathers, taking their time and enjoying the sensation to the fullest. Alchemy had never had a chance to pet a bird before, they always flew away when she got closer or else waddled out from under her hand, it wasn't as if she was about to try and strangle them and yet they still managed to panic and fly off as though she'd just tried to stab them with a particularly sharp sword. However this bird was different, it did turn its head away before but now she seemed quite calm and perfectly happy to let Alchemy pet her.

The red-headed girl's face lit up again as she watched the bird, now that she thought back she hadn't petted anything in a long time, there were often times when she'd tried to get small woodland animals to stay still while she admired them but they all seemed to run away from her. Alchemy found this fact a little insulting, she was not a scary or violent girl, in fact she had been involved in a grand total of zero fights as far as she could remember - which was only five or six years back at most - and certainly had no intentions of starting any fights now.

The avian gave out a small chirp of bird song and Alchemy felt her expression become, if possible, even brighter than before. She felt extremely lucky to have stumbled across this creature, and in a dark snowy night of all places when normally she would avoid cold, damp and dark weather, it was like the once-in-a-life-time experience she was always seeking out and she had just literally stumbled across it. She looked down at the bird as it stood up, hesitating in her continued petting of the bird, she wondered if she was hurting it at all, the bird did look like it had crashed here so there may be something wrong with its back of wings.

Alchemy drew her hand away slowly, gazing down at the bird with a mix of concern and cheer that always seemed to play about on her face. She didn't know of anybody in the village adept at healing a bird, certainly anyone capable of fixing a broken bone or whatever might be wrong with it. Giving the bird another smile she sat up slightly and held out her arm, offering to carry the bird to someplace more comfortable that a pile of snow.
"I guess you can't talk then," she said "Never mind, I don't mind who I make friends with." She smiled again, much in the manner of a five year old girl.

Cold snow flaks of tiny different patterns danced in the dark sky. Even though it was a cold lonely night, the bird that flew alone was not alone tonight. An expression of joy filled those huge brown jewels against the white face of the avian. A soft look of gratitude was written all over her smooth feathered face. Never had she bore such a happy expression to anyone who bore no wings. The tender touches of the fingers were more then she could ever ask for. Inside she felt warm and loved. It seemed like a dream to feel loved. Even though she felt warm the icy snow around here quickly showed that it was much colder than she thought. Shivering slightly she let out another joy filled chip.

When avian creatures live, they chose to make their home in warm sunny places. Somewhere the air would always be clean fresh. Hardly do creatures of air choose to stay anywhere that will be touched with the cold fingers of winter. Mosha was very interesting for even staying around at this time of year. Food was scarce wither it be fruit or incest. Warmth was a privilege that couldn’t be found easily, and she pondered if this lady would give her warmth. The bird had no problems of being attached to anyone, although many animals warned to never become attached with those who aren’t your own kind. Mostly the reasons were lifespan differences.

Her wide brown eyes opened in alarm as she picked up on sound heading towards her in the snow. They sounded like heavy sounds, like someone was big or caring something really heavy. Moshe shivered a seconded time. Then as quick as the wind wiggled to get her legs to push up. A sharp painful sound like “Rack” echoed the air as she fell back on her left talon. Pain surged up her left leg, and feelings of pain and fear forced her to curl her body. Wind picked up, and so did the feet rushing towards the fallen bird that had one leg still stand up.

Shakily her right leg stood true, and the long wings tried to hold the weight equal. Pushing against the snow with her white wings for balance was much more difficult then she could imagine. She didn’t want to lie back down in the snow, because the snow was cold, and she must stay alert just in case she had to protect the nice girl. Small peeps sputtered from her beak while she waited for the rushing footsteps to belong to a voice.

Nicholas had made his way into Estolad earlier that morning, the snow seemed to blot out the sun for hours on end. He immediatley went in to the Kaima Inn and to the roof to gaze and the white sky. Not a bit of light stuck through and it got Nicholas to begin thinking. "Where am I? Where is Azaroth? Is that the same sun? The same stars?" These questions were ones that nobody could answer him and he stayed on that roof, watching the people and watching the clouds. He could not make up his mind which interested him more. Finally he decided on the clouds. It wasn't too much longer after this decision that the people had went to rest in their homes and the Kaima Inn.

The cold wind and heavy air did not bother Nicholas in the slightest, in fact he enjoyed it. The brisk touch of the cold wind reminded him that he was not completley dead, that he still held a body and a soul, even if it did not breath oftenly, nor did it bother him that his heart did not beat. All he cared about was being reminded that he had existance, even if it came both weaker and stronger than his original life.

The bright, white, cloudy sky seemed like a giant canvas to baleron. Oh how he wished that he could paint, how he wished he could paint the sky. His hands began to waver around a bit as he invisioned colors, streaming through the sky. The seemed as beautiful as music if it could take shape. Now he wished that he could play an instrument. His mind seemed to wander quite frequently that night, but soon his fantasies were broken when he saw a white spot that was unlike the rest of the snow. As he focused his vampiric eyes began to work and the thing seemed to stand out much more. Although he could not make out what it was entirely he could tell that it was some winged beast.

Quickly Nicholas scrambled to his feet, almost slipping on the roof of the inn, his sword beat against his side as he stumbled onto the top of the roof. He jumped from the top of the Kaima Inn and on to another building next to it. As he landed he almost stumbled again, but he ignored it and focused on where the thing was landing.

He made his way to the next building before he had to jump upwards on to a taller building. His grip almost slipped beacause of the snow but he made it to the top. He watched and saw a series of snow shoot up into the air some from wehre the thing must have landed, he quickened his pace and leapt to the next building.

He stopped and slid a bit when he saw a young woman with red hair and apparently red eyes not too far off. As far as he knew about this planet no human had red eyes or hair, and she did not look to be an elf to Nicholas. He watched as the girl made her way to where the thing had fallen.

Swiftly and silently Nicholas made his way on the back of the buildings until he got as close to the creature as he could for the moment, he made sure the girl did not see him. He watched as she became overcome with a great sense of joy at the thing and looked back both ways of the street to assure that nobody was there. If only she had looked at the rooftops she would have seen Baleron.

The creature rose from the snow some time later, showing itself to be an avian of some sort. "By the light." He said softly in suprise. The creature was gorgeious and Nicholas could not help but sit himself on top of the roof as he looked down at the magestic thing as it squeaked.

A smile made it's way on to Nicholas' face. A smile, nor even a smirk, had made it's way to his face in such a long time that he had forgotten true joy such as this. It didn't take much longer for the snow beneath him to give way and drop him on to the cold ground in front of the building. There was a loud thud and he struggled to get back to his feet from the fall.

Alchemy frowned slightly, it didn't look as though the bird was willing to rest on Alchemy's arm, perhaps it was hurt after all and the injury in question might prevent the bird from standing let alone hopping up onto Alchemy's arm. Just great. Alchemy knew next to nothing about healing, she hadn't been in a single fight in her entire life, or at least the part she could remember, and had no experience of injuries or how to fix them, and even if she did healing a bird may be altogether different as it had a completely different life style to other sentient races.

Alchemy felt herself begin to panic slightly, birds like this barely ever came to the village, especially in this weather, it was like finding a needle in a haystack the size of a house. Trying to calm down a bit she thought carefully about exactly who in the village would be able to heal a bird, however none sprung to mind, the only healers and clerics were just passers by who never stayed for long a continued their travels, and she doubted any of them had even healed a bird in their life before anyway. She then resorted to shifting through her own abilities, or at least those that she could remember.

Okay let's see, I can see in the dark...Useless. I can summon a phoenix...Well that'll give the birdy thing a friend at least. I can summon a huge fireball...Definitely not. Lave? Why am I even considering that? She heaved a sigh and felt on the verge of giving up.
She was distracted by another thump of snow and body parts just a few meters away from her. She blinked and looked up.
Another bird?
However the new appearance was not a bird, but a man having just dropped off the roof, however Alchemy had no knowledge of this and immediately jumped to the conclusion that he'd come from the same place as the bird.

"Wow, it's raining people!" She concluded, gazing upwards "Maybe they'll drop a dragon next, I've always wanted to see a dragon."
A small snowflake found its way into her eye and she recoiled, spending a few moments blinking it out. Once she finished she looked between the man and the bird, trying to see some kind of connection between the two of them so she could determine the likelihood that a dragon would be the next 'thing' to fall from the sky.

Mosha studied the man with her brown eyes, pondering on where he came from. Why on Ea was he doing on the roof?! Slightly the long white neck turned and faced the red haired lady. The bird didn’t wish to be a burden on the poor lass. Having such a big body could prove to be quiet a hassle. Since the man looked harmless, the defense stand the creature took loosened as her muscles settled back down. A cold chill forced a shiver as she made a chirping sound. It sadly was a last resort on account that no one seemed to understand her language.

Alone was the feeling she had, it was a cold feeling. By default she had been secluded by nature on the bare fact that no one understood the sounds she made. And her own kind wasn't around her, being north was their bread and butter. Why she ever stayed in the cold weather of the north always puzzle her. Yet deep down she held stubbornness and refused to go north. Like before she would some how survive the winter.

In a bust of courage, the bird trusted her bruised talon, and stood upon the snow in it. Pain shot up to her beak as she held in a yelp. Must get somewhere warm, she thought to herself as wind brushed up against her feathers. The feathers on her face shuffled as the air gave her a cool kiss. Swiftly she moved her beak to nuzzle the girl’s cheek gentle if the lass allowed. Then a high pitched sound echoed from her throat. Common sense slapped her in the face to be silent, yet those thoughts were pushed away. She wanted to get warm, and she wanted to get warm now, no matter the cost. Inside the avian prayed that these fits of screeches would chase anyone near her away.

Luckily she had been surrounded by what seemed to be kind people. Hopefully her outburst would change that in the least. I need to be somewhere warm to rest! She said in that avian tongue hoping that maybe someone would understand her. Unable to speak in common was a huge trouble. Again her feathers moved as the cold forced her to shiver.

In the distant dark clouds became dim with hues of purple. Bars of sunshine peaked though the gaps of trees in buildings. Dawn was coming very soon.

((OOC: I know bad post but if anyone has some rping ideas please pm mes))

"Wow, it's raining people!" The red haired girl shouted in excitement. "Maybe they'll drop a dragon next, I've always wanted to see a dragon." The girl seemed to force a smile of Nicholas' face. She seemed a tad bit goofy and wishful. Before Nicholas could respond the bird gave out a chirp. "Perhaps we should help this bird into a warmer area, it looks like she may be injured." Nicholas said as he looked the bird over. It pained him to see a bird of such grace a beauty be in pain. There was no doubt in Nicholas' mind that the mighty bird had been injured in it's fall.

(I am so sorry for the short post.)