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Johanna Mason found herself once again...homeless. After the destruction of her district in the war, she hadn't felt like she could live there yet. The trees had all been burned, and she could not walk among the ashes of all her hopes and dreams. She couldn't endure walking amongst the ashes of a place that had once been home...not and keep her fragile grasp on sanity.

And now it had happened again, another emotional upheaval. She had walked for miles and miles, traveled for days--and yet the pressing feeling of grief was still holding her down. But the hell with it, she'd survived the hunger games---TWICE, she could survive anything.

This after all was nothing but a new beginning, a chance to start fresh and thrive. It was a time to shake off the feelings that ate at her soul worse than any cancer.

This new place, it was fresh and vibrant--as of yet, untouched by fickle stupid beings and their fickle destructive minds. Here she could learn to live again, learn to breathe.

The elf breathed in the smells of the destruction that was around her. Her long lavender hair was being gently blown by the breeze, as she took in her surroundings. Whatever it was that happened here, made the elf curious. Not because she wanted to help, oh no. She wanted to further the chaos in her own way. With a malicious little grin, Neva slipped away to start gathering information to use for her own purposes.

((It's so shoooort but I sliced my finger open today on a can lid, and it hurts. D: I'm an idiot I know. D: ))

Zouca moved at a decent pace, her pads were sore but she kept moving, her old home having grown too unwelcoming that even SHE had been forced to leave everything behind, not that she had much to leave behind anyhow. No family, nothing. She didn't care, she'd find a new place to call home eventually. She reached what seemed to be civilisation and she shifted forms to a more comfortable one.

Decked out in a long black leather coat, black shirt with a panther on it, jeans and big black boots with sharply manicured nails and a spiked choker she strode out towards life, a small smirk on her face as she wondered what 'fun' she could have here. Her tail twitching under the coat as her ears swivelled to catch the sound of the locals as she moved quietly.



(basically my Zouca as an anthro cat-type person, her fur and everything is the same but with the clothes i described, her 'nails' are more clawlike than regular nails. she has similar necklace and bracelets on too just to give you an idea of what she looks like)

Sohalia walked timidly through the ruins; somewhere out there she could ‘feel’ Akemi. But she was still hurt from the events that happened before hand. She couldn’t remember much that recently happened just that all of a sudden when her silver eyes looked about, everything was gone. The feel that had to be Akemi she wanted to rush toward it. But with a broken arm and still battered from that terrible fall from the sky. She couldn’t do much of anything quickly. She touched the water pouch at her side. Akemi had always make sure she was looked after. A small smile graced her lips as she took shaky step at a time. The wrong move and she would fall and likely not get up again. She had been lucky once to not have broken her back.

The young girl remembered that night and that felt a lot like she was now. Lonely, confused and only wanted to be with the one person that had always been there, even in her dreams. She carefully made her way toward that feeling and everything seemed eerily quietly. The flames crackled as she stepped around the, her silver eyes wanted to let the tears escape but she herself was refusing to. Broken bones could be mended, like her was in the process of. But a home… A home was where your family and loved ones existed. “Home is where your heart is.” She told herself in a hoarse voice to keep herself together.

As she stumbled out of those ruins, she looked to the side and saw another woman. Sinclair. The other woman looked like she could use some company. She gave her a smile hoping that, that would be encouraging enough for the other. “Mind if we walk together?” Soha asked her. She would be strong even though inside, she was frightened.

For once the world had broken around her, and she felt more whole than ever. For some reason, she wasn't panicked, she wasn't alarmed. It was as if she had been born again and this was what the world should look like. As Risti walked barefoot among the ruins, she couldn't help thinking of another set of ruins that seemed distant and foggy to her now. And then it began to set in that this was not what the world had looked like before, that things shouldn't be this way. This place had been alive once, but now all was ashes...or maybe not. There were signs of life about, signs of a future. She could feel it in the air despite the sad sights around her. Fate had always guided her before, and now it pushed her forwards once again. She walked lightly, her light skin contrasting highly with the darkness around her. She knew there were others she needed to find, others she had to help. But for now, Fate was telling her to explore this new world.

A familiar glint of light caught her eye, and she paused in her advances to bend and scoop up the blade of her knife. It was light and felt comfortable in her hands. She didn't remember having hands to hold it, but it felt right all the same. It was like finding an old friend, and she felt braver going forward. There would be little use for it here, no reason to defend herself. But it was a comfort she could not leave behind despite the promise of a better future. It was all she knew right now, and she tied it to the beads around her neck like she used to. Fate told her to move again, and she did, looking for some sign of interaction in this dead world with a future.

Claude held Lafayette up with one of his son’s arms slung over his shoulder and his free arm around the boy’s waist. The young man had a wide gash across his forehead, the impact of whatever it was had knocked him out, forcing his father to carry the brunt of his load. Lafayette’s son Lucian wasn’t far behind them, Scarlet’s small body clinging to his back. She shivered violently against him, sniffling and muttering to herself and she buried her face in his shoulder. Sweetpea and his sister Ginny pulled up the rear, Sweetpea carrying the load of his own daughter, Jessemine, coughing and hacking through the smoke and ash. There were no words shared between the family, only the occasional exchanged glace. What had happened? Why had everything come to this? What had been the cause.

“Where’s mom?”

Lafayette’s grumble sounded strange to Claude after so long a silence. Despite him rationally knowing his son was fine… it was so good to finally hear his voice. Claude’s old shoulders relaxed marginally, one worry finally abolished. There were still two more weighing on him, however. His wife and daughter. His stomach turned sick circles at the thought of them somewhere, maybe hurt, maybe…

“You’re mom is a strong woman, Lafayette. And so is your sister. They’ll keep each other safe until we can meet back up.”

“And when will that be,” Sweetpea demanded, nerves opting for the angrier side fo stress, as per usual.

“Sweetpea, you speak sweetly,” Scarlet squeaked from Lucian’s back, clearly trying and nearly failing to keep herself together. Sweetpea fell silent if only to keep his mother calm. Claude didn’t fuss about him though; he’d lost his own mate and one of his children. They were in the same boat. Scarlet, too, now that he thought about it. And Lafayette was missing two of his own offspring.

They were all just so…

Lost.

Nadia was trying to fend off her mother, the older woman was freaking out. “Yes mother! I said I’m fine. STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME.” She fumed, trying to keep her cool but oh god her mother was going to drive her crazy. There were more important things to care about right now. “Stop fussing mother. We need to find the others.” She swatted her mother’s hand away who was trying to fix her hair. Nadia pulled her red and white colored hair from her mother’s grasp and twisted it over her shoulder.

“Alright, we have a safe spot picked out, over there at the edge of the forest. We’ll start there. We might find them on the way.” She nodded announcing her plan out loud. She looked over at her mother with that distant cold look. “Shall we?”

Istas pouted at her daughter but then sobered up. “Yes. We need to move. Take only the few essentials that we need, any first aid stuff you can find. We’ll pick up anyone that we can find along the way. “ She nodded and pulled off her handkerchief and began to pick out what few essentials she could find. Istas was fierce when it came to her family and she would brave through hell to find them. And that was what was happening right now. Hell. Her heart longed to be beside Claude and see her son and grandchild. No one and nothing would stand in her way. And she knew that her daughter had inherited that same fierceness.

The bell necklace Nadia would rang as she dashed about quickly getting ripped fabric and anything else she could. This would be a strange new world for them, everyone. But it only took minutes for the two women to be ready and they began their trek toward the edge of the forest.