[center][color=lightblue][h3]Xidhru[/h3][/color][/center]
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Kansas hardly looked different than what Xidhru was used to, a frozen wilderness where only the resilient would survive. Whether it be the herbivores that would have to adapt to hide in the environment or the carnivores that would need to hone their senses to hunt the former. Frost covered every surface as if the world was painted white and simultaneously devoid of heat. Xindhru could only faintly sense other beings as animals were few and far between, not that he minded as he enjoyed tracking down a meal. The only difference from the far North is that Kansas was home to a large tribe of humans. These ones seem to prefer a more sedentary life and have great disdain for the other tribes.  

After a long journey, Xidhru was feeling weary with pangs of hunger. Fortunately for him he happened on a small group of travelers on a lone road to Wichita, but unfortunately for the humans, they would never arrive. Xidhru wasted no time in commanding the winds to hinder their path, swirling with enough snow to make the twisting road difficult to see. A common tactic he employs, and indeed it worked again as the humans missed a turn, no longer heading for Wichita. Xidhru waited for the humans to realize they were lost and, capitalizing on their confusion, moved in to strike.

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“I think we are lost, we should have reached town by now.” said one voice.

“If we keep moving, maybe we will find some kind of landmark to guide us.” said another, laden with worry.

“I can’t see more than a few feet in this damn weather.” Spoke a third.

[color=lightblue]” You should not be traveling in this weather…”[/color] a monstrous voice growled.

[color=lightblue]”…Things like me prowl the roads for weary travelers.”[/color]

A grunt of surprise was all the first voice could muster before a sharp pain in his chest silenced him. As the world grew dark, all he saw were his guts flying out from several gaping holes in his body before freezing over rapidly. Attempting a defense, the second gripped a revolver shakily before firing several rounds hitting nothing but the wind. One swipe was all it took to incapacitate him, his arm loosening from the bonds of the body and flying a few feet away with a death grip on the revolver. He only had time to see a humanoid entity tower over him, with eyes that seemed to pierce his soul, before losing consciousness. Again, his wounds froze over rapidly. The third voice, a young woman, opted to choose flight but did not travel far before tripping over a hidden root, banging her head hard against a tree as her vision faded.
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Xidhru wasted no time in dragging the three hapless travelers to a cave he found earlier. He prefers his meat fresh… and alive, using ice to prevent them from expiring due to blood loss. It would not be far to the cave, and his meal. As the Ice walker left, the wind at the scene died down, leaving only traces of his presence behind. All that would be found are a few globs of flesh, some strewn debris and, perhaps most notably, a lone arm clutching a lone revolver. The only clue to where the bodies are would be a few thin lines of frozen blood leading away to a cave only a few miles outside Wichita.