'The cold can't tell the difference between peace and demise; when it comes down in sheets, flakes a flurry of white and a vision of nothing all around, there only survival is your own understanding of the world around you. Not many can last out here where the winds are sharp and the beasts fight for survival; those that can, make up a force to be reckoned with,'

---
.Vii is a Quolgarian! (a Big one!)

.A massive being who lives out in the tundra wastelands, she's a Neutral being who rarely interacts with any others who come in range of notice.

.Her tail moves as a ribbon would, silk soft and the only real source of saturated color..

.Her vestigial limbs move like bird-wing appendages, often in a static pose

.Her diet is made up of arctic hares and foxes! She's never eaten a person, though she definitely has the size for it..

///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\\///\\\

(c)

Quolgarian (c) Ayways

https://www.aywas.com/pp/view/11604725/

////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\

A long-time patreon of the hulking marble dome and its countless golden statues, every single one peeling, cracked and terribly eroded; crafted as snarling,weeping guardians of the endless tomes inside the hollow-sounding halls, the history of the buildings upkeep has been passed as one soul comes in the stede of another, in stede of another, in stede of another.

At the time of PD (Pure Decay or White Light) the chieftan of a tribe takes the library's throne as its ook-keeper. Gentle mannerisims, mindful placements of each tome, he finds contentment & peace amongst the literature; the ebbing wear of deaths shadows' frostbite nips at his heels however, and in too little time becomes overwhelemed by the anxieites of his impending End into a final demise.

////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\

Drawn back in 2017! Love this character; he's got a densely long-lived life and while he actively & freely offers advice to wandering/unrested souls, the given word is often just a means to avoid his own impending Eternal Death- a happenstance where any deceased being gives into the state of Oblivion completely; he himself, cannot fathom not existing and will avoid it at all costs!!!

////\\\\////\\\\////\\\\

(c)

LANCE; The Grim

Smoke snaked up and through hollow eyes, barren teeth hissing as sharp air was pulled in. Without flesh to vaccume it in, inhaling was a massive challenge. LANCE had his elbows braced against the brickwall, off-handedly watching the street & its dull, endless-snowing ash. The faces of passerbys were smudged in the dusky air, save for a few stark ones. GABRIEL with his brilliantly orange hair and massive wings was always easy to spot, as was AZARATH, who was coming towards him with a quick step.
"I found it!" His down-fur hand shook the papers infront of LANCE, the flapping loud against the dull atmosphere "Ye old portals- all their previous spots!" LANCE took the papers a AZARATH joined him. "Man, those Heads were no help at-all."
"Told you," LANCE muttered, flipping through the pages as he tried to suck in another drag of his smoke. A whisp danced between the gaps of his teeth and into the marrows of his nose "The Heads only keep up with whats happening in the moment, never anything beyond that"
////\\\\////\\\\////\\\

(c)

AZARATH: The BRIGHT

AZARATH impatiently crossed his arms, tail curling absently.
"I was sure they'd have somethin' to add; figure being a Head can't be so exciting to ignore somethin' like This"
AZARATH gestured to the papers which LANCE thumbed through, bones clicking as he flipped; Information gathered written on the computer in a quick format, giving the location, time, date, and witness accounts of Gateways, or portals. Most were slips of space, &tiny; recently the things had begun sprouting out of the blue, &getting larger each time.
"How great of a chance d' you think there is we'll be seein' one at the end of this week?"
LANCE handed AZARATH back the papers, his friends bright flowery mane somehow cascade in a serious tone.

AZARATH tucked the papers under his arms, fishing in each of his pockets until they came up with a crumpled pack of 'Black&White' smokes. Flicking it open, he took one out, gently gripping it by the filter with his front teeth. He wasn't as much of a smoker as LANCE was,neither did he have the grace to keep his smokes crumple free, but the cravings came with force in this moment.
"So what d'you think?"
"I think this is only going to get worse."
"You're telling me."
AZARATH muttered, pulling out a puke green lighter to fire up his cigarette.

///\\\///\\\///\\\////\\\

(c)