[IC] Run for Miles

[Anaeia]

A high pitched yelp would slice through the air, but the blowing wind would nearly muffle it out. Snow being tossed without a care as a blizzard had blown in strong to the point where just a couple yards was difficult to see through. Just moments later a fence would go crashing to the ground, a large brown wolf collapsing and sending a wave of snow into the air. But it didn't stop there, gasping for air it struggled to stand back up, wincing in pain at a wound across the shoulder. Blood had splattered the sea of white, spreading in a nasty manner. She couldn't stop though, quickly it looked over its shoulder and pushed onward. Grunting as she tried to pick up speed again, running from something.

Minor info. Abandoned town, wolf is larger than average (so some kind of shifter), being chased, blizzard is happening, female.

[Rusalka]

Whiteout...

That's all he could see for miles as the tall, imposing figure clad in black armor treaded through the snowswept forest quietly. A large sword hung upon his back, a torn red cloak draped over his broad shoulders. He moved quietly, the chilling winds howling and pelting his scarred face with flecks of snow and ice. All the while, he pondered if a man such as he was worthy of some sort of redemption.

Then, there came a sound above the whipping winter winds. The cry of a wolf, distant first it was. Cautious, his hand reached to his sword. He was not certain if the wolf would pounce on him, but he still kept up his guard. Back and forth his eyes darted, skimming the forest, what little he could see that wasn't caught behind a veil of snow. Then, another sound. He drew his blade to the crunch of snow behind him and the snapping of branches.

He turned swiftly, raising his blade.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

[Anaeia]

She had to push onward despite the cold and pain coursing through this body, growling to herself for the idiocy of allowing this to happen. Giving a brief shake of her head and nearly losing that precious footing, managing to smash right through a thin late growing twig of a tree. Quickly she jolted back onto the course with a heavy breath, wincing through the snow that stung blue eyes. But there was something else and the wolf would try stopping, paws digging into the blanket of snow to an attempt to slow down when a mass of black had appeared before her.

But rather than move like slow motion, it was all sudden. One moment the wolf was running, and the next she was nearly running right into a figure. Stopping just three or four feet in front of him, looking up, ears flicking forward and chest heaving. Who the hell was this? Another? Without wasting further time she peeled those inky black lips back in a nasty snarl, a gurgle slipping through from a string of blood hanging out the side of the mouth.

(I apologise if he wasn't directing that at the wolf)

[Rusalka]

@Anaeia (No, you're good. I was intending for that to be towards her)

The wolf snarled at him with blood dripping from its mouth, a fresh kill no less. Perhaps this beast had mauled one of the bastards who were after him, but upon further notice, he could tell the wolf was wounded. Its chest heaved with several pained breaths, its blue eyes, intense as they gazed at him menacingly, but they held so much distress in them. Nevertheless, the swordsman gripped the hilt of his blade tight, unleashing his own growl.

"Get back, you beast! I said back!"

He stomped his foot forward, kicking up a mist of snow into the frigid air, his own breath, like smoke seeping from a dragon's maw from between his clenched teeth.

[Anaeia]

He growled at her, and had she not be under such circumstances it might have actually brought a laugh outta her. A flinch was brought by his stomp, blinking away the bits of snow he brought up in the opposite way of the whipping blizzard. Another series of gurgled snarls would be pushed up, tail flicking upwards as the fur along her nape tried to stand on end. This wasn't right though. He wasn't attacking when he should of, why just try to 'scare' her off?

A sound similar to an explosion went off behind the wolf, causing her to flinch with eyes going wide at the man. Head whipped around, followed by the rest of her body just in time to see a tree from behind begin to fall towards the two. A groan raising above the winds and ever fast in its descent. "There you are, pup!" Bellowed a strong voice from beside the stranger. A tall figure stood, mismatched eyes full of glee, lips twisted in a sickly smile.

@rusalka