O, woe is me [open]

[TERRIER]

I advise anybody who wishes to reply to please take a quick look over Ambrose's biography since he is such a unique character and since it may be a bit difficult to reply to him without having an idea of what he basically is. I'd also like to let everyone know that he is quite old (at least 150 years old) so his words and actions may seem as if they belong in a role-play set at an earlier time.

The little terrier trudged through the snow with his eyes on a bushy-tailed red fox that seemed to brighten up his surroundings just by simply leaping through the deep white. Now isn't the time to get c*cky you little bushy-tailed imbecile... his words relayed harshly as a rather high-pitched growl erupted from within him. He quickly launched himself lively toward the fox and started dashing after the lithe creature as it attempted to escape. It wasn't long before his velvet paws couldn't withstand the slippery ice beneath them and he slipped into an abandoned animal-den of some sort. To make it worse, soon after he slid in, more snow fell over and blocked the entrance. The canine frantically tried to dig his way out but he just simply couldn't; he finally discovering that once he had spent at least 10 minutes down in the small area. He didn't want to do this at first, but he was going to have to. I'm here! Let me out! his mind cried out to any living creature that was around him. It was very degrading and embarrassing, to the dog at least, to have to be helped out.

[Duke Bippwatt]

Livia walked among the trees, relishing the cold and how, despite its best efforts, it could not numb her. The scabbard at her hip lay bare, it's sword drawn and in her grip.

She commonly came up her herself so she never forgot the fight that the Path was fighting for. Many times, she would find vampires that preyed upon the rare human to come through here.

Tonight, though, that didn't seem to be the case. No, something else was stirring on the horizon. Her nose picked up the sent of fox. Odd. It was a terrified fox. Then the sent of dog hit her. Hmm. Curiouser and curiouser.

She moved silently, her cloak shrouding her in the wisps of in-corporeality. Suddenly, her mind throbbed with the strength of the psychic cry.

I'm here! Let me out! She reeled as the cry hammered home and she almost lost her balance. But she wasn't a two thousand year old plus vampire for nothing. Just as quickly as she had lost it, her balance swam back to her and she crouched in a defensive position.

That cry couldn't have been more than a handful of meters to her left...she stepped...and stepped...and stepped. Only her reflexes prevented her from breaking an ankle in the animal burrow. The snow that had collapsed over it crunched and fell in, clearing out. Her foot sprang back up as fast as it had fallen and she was clear of the bone snapping flaw in the earth.

She stopped for a moment more and she wondered if she was about to be attacked. Her sword was above her head, parallel to the ground, with the edge of the blade outward in front of her and the point to her left. As her half-crouch stance straightened, she went from defensive to offensive in seconds.

Livia just stood there and waited for an attack to come.

[TERRIER]

Impatience burned within him as he heard the sound of someone else falling in; more snow coming in after the creature. He swam through a pile of snow to meet whoever it was that was in here as well. It was a vampire. Great going... Now we're both in here! the little animal snapped, the message rudely interrupting the thoughts of those nearby. The cold was beginning to gnaw more and more at his tolerance. Hopefully he could make it out.