”No, no, NO!” She hissed with her arms wrapped around her slender frame. Deep cold wind roared into the broken window glass and had successfully destroyed her lovely day. The warrior took one of her many duvets and elegantly jumped over to the window, but gave a small shriek as pain stabbed at the sole of her foot. Shattered pieces of the windows glinted on the floor, and the Lykoi woman threw many a curse under her breath. This was bloody fantastic. Two rodent faces had turned to her, but they were not amongst those who feasted on canine flesh. Stumbling down onto the bed, she studied her bleeding foot with morbid interest. Fingers did not tremble as they grabbed hold of the piece of glass and pulled it out of the underside of her foot without hesitation. More blood splattered on to the floor stained with glinting glass and invading snowflakes.
Then, a most peculiar sound reached sensitive ears through the heavy moan of the wind. Slowly, ruby orbs rose to the ceiling in time to see it try to get her. Rolling away and off the bed, the sound of splintering wood chased her. For a moment she believed her world had changed colour, and it took another moment for her to realize that her room was now full of snow and wooden splinters. Now this was wrong, this was too much. Stumbling to the door in a flash of white, brown and crimson, she opened it only to see one lonely rodent dart out of the escape path. Her initial aim had been to follow it, bleeding foot and all, but she remembered.. Her swords! Drawing a deep, torn breath, she turned, jumping on her one good foot and scanning the room for the blades. Oh, and the second rat, where was it? She had lost so much already—could not bear to lose more.
There was a sharp pain in her knees as she fell down on the floor, only to crawl through snow and wood, digging through them with desperate hands. ”WHERE ARE YOU!” she screamed, feeling her throat close with desperate worry for the rodent she knew was buried somewhere beneath white. This was madness.