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-Question starts to slow his approach as Eagle spreads his wingspan in guard. Tiny keeps rushing in, diving under the snow far enough to make a tunnel so the surface stays pristine. Voices ring inside of Eagles head, 2 of them small: "You need to move! It's not safe! Move bird!" "Get away! Save yourself and let us help!" One voice of a feline tho hollow and weak to the point it's nothing but mumbles, and a fourth voice, smooth and calming: "Stay and accept it." The bird keeps his stance and forces Question to a stop. It's clear he's made up his mind. The blood on the snow at Fisk's paws rise and spin slowly around him. The blood starts

-The troupe follows at full sprint with the ones flying overhead, fur coated paws feeling the ground pulsate under them with fierce reverb as a new spire rises forth, emerging from the cold white ground around 400 yards out. As it rises up to touch the sky, the obelisk emits powerful and dreadful static. "Up there!" Tiny shouts out, pointing upwards toward Eagle and Falcon. Both avians are in a dive, heading fast towards the snow. Fisk picks up speed, covering grounds now much faster than any normal cat could. The roar of a feline in pain and agony erupts over the land as the Slip opens up, slowing down time and dimming the statics to that

-"We're being tailed, aren't we?" Tiny glances upwards, keeping his voice low while the group progresses onward. The little mouse spots the avian pairing above. They fly at a steady pace and seemingly without fear or care. "I wouldn't worry about them. If they had real intentions, they would be higher up." The lead in the snow, Fisk, already spotted the two above. It seemed like a relief he saw them still taking flight from the earlier encounter. Tiny hops into Fisk's rib-cage, climbing up and perching on the slight sliver of fur that remains attached to the spine. His nose pointed towards the sky. "Well... I'll keep watch just in case." B

-As the sun rises over the walls, light shines down across the fresh snow to give it a holy glow. It's most certainly blinding to both Tiny and Q, who ride facing away from the light. Fisk doesn't mind the bright morning, the eye stocked with purple blood shines bright like a pond, sparkling in the moonlight of spring. The green eye has the luminescent glow of freshly polished peridot. The walk today has led them far from the small village where they spent the night. Now, nearing the brunch hour, the 3 walk on with no set destination. Occursions from the ground have become a common today, at least 5 tremors have happened behind the squad. Wi

-The figures move around, shifting shape under the covers yet not gaining height or length. They just stretch and twist in the slumber. Q watches from his perch, not paying much attention to the surroundings. Nothing noteworthy of a old building anyways, but these figures hold interest. It's late into the night and the coldness is settling in hard for the little rodent. With his powers, Q summons the blue heat-strip to keep him warm while he sits and watches the figures. The bodies stay motionless under the blanket for the longest time, it feels like hours of watching just for the slightest movement. As time passes by, Q starts falling in a

-as the moon starts its decent down to the horizon, Q. stires from his makeshift hammock. He slinks from the comfort onto the a heated rooftop. The slight blue glow from the heat strips aid in moving around the sleepers while providing a soft warmth. Q. makes it to the snow laying on the roof, it's deep enough to burrow into if he so desired. Rather than getting his fur completely soaked, the mouse jumps up onto the pile and makes way across the roof. The only noticeable thing in the night is a slight raise in the drift, a vent into the diner. Q. marks this as his destination. Within a minute, the journey ends and Q falls down into the build

-Since the walls rised around the epicentre, human activity has risen to a level of annoyance that even the animals trapped behind the wall find bothersome. When the snow storms are at a calm, the sky is filled with mechanics of all types, keeping safe distance up above. "Even at that height! Unbelievable! The sound! If they think anyone would leave the area because of it, they arn't wrong!" Tiny has not grown acustomed to the buzz from overhead, and claims to be loosing sleep because of it. "Well I can't keep you in the Slip forever, you'd go mad. Be lucky it hasn't affected you much already, just gave you minor power." Jumping through the

-Quickly picking himself up from the sudden tackle, Fisk shakes his head to clear the sudden pain from such an avian. Eagle has already made a few flaps off up in the air as Fisk catches the sight of the tactical retreat. Only one thing clouds his mind, watching the avian make way and not finishing him off just fuels rage. A deafening roar serves as the epicenter of the Slip opening up. It devours Eagle in its purple hue, holding him in position as his flapping proves useless. On the outside, Falcon and the rest retreat in slow motion, all unable to see Eagle.- "Hold still, or death won't be so quick." -Fisk walks a circle around Eagle, drag