You morthed easily. You'd been told once that the valley was bigger than ever seen, the walls reaching up to several hours flight height. The length was a good day long and the village was hidden, embedded at the end. The flaked pelted against your pelt, soaking you through. Your paws were cold against the snow. In the sides, there were a few make-shift shelters but a few you could smell were already filled in or covered by the white blanket.

I decide to fly for about an hour only going up but trying to scent where there were more resting areas not filled with snow. If I couldn't encounter any more after an hour I'll go back to the highest one I had found previous to my flight. Once that was set I unfurled my wings and pushed off savoring the icy wind piercing my fur and the rush of the wind.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=56379&page=8#80 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 1/19/2018 at 12:03 PM (You won't be able to fly over 100 miles per hour x3) The bird wasn't there and the space was barely sheltering. Your wing was still slightly stuck out and you couldn't huddle closer than the wall. As you rested, you feel snow tumbling down either side of you. Your wing still ached but you felt like you could continue a bit further to where it may be safer.

(Will the man in my backstory be part of my storyline? Also, okay, 100mph sounds pretty good to me x3)

Could I continue on to somewhere safer? Should I? What if I fell down in the midst of the storm? I ask myself, thoughts swirling around in my head as I struggle to my feet, my talons dragging along the cold stone floor and my black speckled white feathers ruffled in the wind, already puffed up to the max.

I look out wistfully across the snowy landscape from the small crevice I was sheltered in. The whites, greys, and blacks, all coming together in a piece of beautiful art of melancholy, emptiness, and loneliness. That's when it struck me; I was hollow, a husk of what I was before. My family, lost. My past, all gone. The only thing that kept me going was my goal of vengeance, my vow to protect others from the people like the man who'd wrongfully murdered what I called family.

I glance down at my freezing feathers and move my tired muscles a bit, sighing, as I contemplate what options I have. I could either stay here and rest, waiting until I regain my strength, but then risk the fact that the owner of this small space would find me here, and I have no idea if they would be nice or mean to a wounded bird like me. After all, I do know that most birds of prey are territorial.

And what of the second option? Leaving this place, hoping that my wings won't give in to the snow and cold, letting me plummet to my death. However, if that was to succeed... I would be closer to my goal. Closer to hunting down the one who caused me so much pain.

I sigh again, turning my head from my tired body back to the snowy world outside of the crevice. What was I to loose? What was the world to lose, if I were gone? Yes, I decide. I'll go. There's enough snow outside to at least soften my crash landing, if I indeed had a crash landing. With the thoughts in mind, I throw myself off the edge of the small landing I was on, letting the wind do it's job as I stretch out my wings, hoping to catch a gust.

You couldn't pick out any scents over the chilly air, making you sneeze. The snowfall was becoming smaller, thinning up. The stone looked like it'd have to be a high jump and going around would take a good five minutes.

_{(3 line rule)}

The firefly smiled but didn't reply, falling onto the ice leaving no sound at all. The fireflies went back to the usual buzzing and the ice made your paws sting. Pan began pacing on the snow, ears pinned back.

Can you please change the name to Journey to the Unknown [RPG]
and move it to the roleplay section?

You couldn't find any high-ups ones and would have to settle for something on ground level. The snow seemed to be getting worse and pushed down harder. Further down the canyon it seemed to be settled, as if the big cloud was moving directly above you now.

You caught the wind and soon you were going down the canyon again no faster than 30mph. It was chilly, but the snow seemed to be clearing up but still scattered snow down. A rumble was let out above from the dark, puffy clouds.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=56379&page=9#84 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 1/20/2018 at 4:00 AM (3 line rule) The firefly smiled but didn't reply, falling onto the ice leaving no sound at all. The fireflies went back to the usual buzzing and the ice made your paws sting. Pan began pacing on the snow, ears pinned back.

Katana stepped back flicking her ears lifting her paws a little quicker to ease the tingling before turning around to see Pan. Whats wrong Pan... she asked softly padding a bit towards her and off the ice. Maybe Pan had noticed something she had missed.

You couldn't pick out any scents over the chilly air, making you sneeze. The snowfall was becoming smaller, thinning up. The stone looked like it'd have to be a high jump and going around would take a good five minutes.

I decide I would rather just circle around the stone. I quickly start to dart around the stone. I keep my eyes, ears, and nose open for any signs of life. I wonder if once I travel farther I will find other people.