The young dragon-winged girl had traveled far from her place of birth. From the mother who had perished while giving birth. Even at her young age, Mayze could scent death. Maybe it was something with her bloodline? She didn't know. While she was just a pup, the little girl knew that she wasn't safe running around wildly. She needed to find a place to be safe. One of her brothers, Khas.. that was his name? He'd gone out for help but never returned. Mayze assumed the worst at this point. They were all young, they didn't know what they were doing. The girl had only just stumbled upon these lands, hoping - praying, that there was someone here that could help her. Someone, anyone.. Exhaustion was rippling through her blood. She could barely move her legs when she stumbled up to the border.

Scenting it, she noted that there were probably several wolves inside. Knowing this, the little lass decided against just barging in. Instead, she hoped that someone would find her out here, before she froze to death. The girl hunkered down in the ivory snow, wings pulled tightly against her back to attempt to gain some warmth. Shivering, her crimson eyes shut halfway, keeping an eye on somewhere in front of her. She let out a few pitiful howls, hoping that someone would hear here. Maybe this journey had been too much for her. For her little heart to handle. "I don't want to die out here like mom.." She whispered to herself. Deep down, she knew that her mother didn't die from the cold. Instead, it was probably from them.. 5 with wings, 5 with horns. It would have killed any mother. They were monstrositys. They killed their mother. It was their fault.

A tear slowly slid down the young ladys cheek, almost freezing against her. "Please, if anyones out there.. help me.." She called out, her voice weak. After attempting, she let out a cough that seemed to rattle her whole body. She couldn't be coming down with something, could she? No. Sick, cold, and no one around. Mayze couldn't even cry without it freezing against her cheek. She couldn't provide for herself, she couldn't do anything. Was she destined to end up like her mother? The young lady curlecd up in a ball, seeking the warmth from her own body. It was a long-shot, but anyting to keep herself warm..