( most of what you hear seems to be the sounds of hope running, pausing for second rests to catch his breath and then some more running. )

Can't believe this, why are they here!?

( there's a loud, inhuman wail that sounds followed by what seems to be a large splash of water and then a crack of lightning and then back to the running. though after ( Read more... )

( there's a tried sigh as hope falls into a seated position, absently shifting in a manner than sends the journal falling to the ground. grunting as he bends down to retrieve it, flipping papers without a lot of thought. )

I-I can't find any of them, if they were in this city I would have at least heard Snow by now. ( more pages are flipped ( Read more... )