The Zenyu narrowed his eyes slightly at the sight, tho he realy had no place to speak his first though was that she may have abandoned her post, somthing he considered as a sign of weakness and cowardness. It wasnt as if he wasnt juging himself for the same crimes, he juged others harshly but the worst of it was still turned toward himself.

He raised himself to look more imposant, between his size, the slik on his horns and numerous scars he hoped that this would be enough to deal with any issue she could be trying to bring, being mugged by a runaway-looking sekrie was not somthing that interessed him. Tho at the same time he didnt wanted to compleately rule out a lost one so he resorted to finaly speak after months of semi-silence. "Who are you and what are you doing here ?"

"This is my turf!" She retorts. "Why are you trespassing?"


Technically he's not, although this very well may be her territory. When something's a war-zone like this, warriors and such are fully within their rights to enter. But, the land-owners do retain their rights too. But she seems much too young to be the land-owner around here. Either she's rich or she's lying.

" It's a war zone, kid." He said, deadpaning at the acusation. He didnt belived her to be the land-owner in the slightest but didnt bothered fighting her on that at the moment, it seemed like a waste of energy on his side. " Do i look like i care about that ? If anything, be glad i am not one of those from the other sea !"

( He is going to soften over time dont wory lol)

"First of all, that's super racist." She snaps. "Tundra people are people too. Secondly, this isn't a war zone. Just because it's blighted doesn't mean there was a massacre."

She flicks her wings and glares. She then points eastwards, in the direction of the large island-chain. "The war zone is over there."

" That's cute, if you like them that mutch why dont you go see next time they go to a town. Oh, i forgot, when they do they only bring destruction in their path. " He hissed bitterly, of course he still blamed himself heavilly about what had happen to his clan but it also came with a certain avertion toward those coming from the tundra, they were after all those who took everything from him.

"Just get outta my territory!" She growls. "If you're so big on being a big, scary warrior go do it in the actual battle zone."

Meanwhile, Yuki was still traveling through the tundra when she trip over a chip of ice and tumbled down a hill near the Scarlet.

Darios wasn't in the mood for entertaining what he was seeing as a little brat and sneared as he turned away. " If you think i will protect the like of you, you are wrong. I dont take orders from anyone." In another time, others circonstences, he used to be very different, alot friendlier for one, tho he coudn't quite accept or reject the memories of the past, causing him to lash out, especialy then Tundra peoples were involves.

Not waiting for any ferther answers from the Sekrie, he went back to his wandering mindlessly. Well, almost mindlessly, he was still anoyed that the winged girl, most then all frustrated that her words were still able to struck a cord. His past as a waior were over for a while now, he didnt had the motivation to fight and didnt though himself capable to protect anything, let alone anyone anymore.

Resisting the urge to slam his head in the closest boulder for acting like a moron, he shook his head to try and disperce his thoughs. Doing so however, he caugh a glimps of somthing white moving not too far away in the distance.

Yuki had never discovered the part of the land she fell in she didn't even know about any war since she was too mischievous to pay attention to the history of the Scarlet and the Tundra. Yuki being the mischievous Vrema she was continued exploring the new land.

At first, he wanted to ignore what he had identified as not-his-issue, but there was still a small piece of him who had the decency to check what it was. Slithering closer he eventualy came to a stop as he finaly identified what was the moving white dot, to his obvious displesure. A Vrema, a young one at that if his small amount of knowledge on that speacie was acurate. Immediately, he got defencive, to him it looked like a trap.