Bitter Wind and an Empty Stomach Make Poor Companions

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Hurry, a blizzard will pick up soon a distance voice trailed off.

It sounded warm and assuring, perhaps a mother talking to her child. The crunch of crisp snow being trodded on by the boots of scattering civilians, the loud slamming of doors echoed down the streets as they became as empty and white as an untouched canvas. The bitter cold winds swept in with a haunting wail, biting the flesh of any who dared venture into this northern blizzard.

The streets were now empty, men, women, and children were nowhere to be seen, all of them were shut in the warmth of their cozy homes. All except for one.

A lone figure lied hunched in the corner of an ally, his shivering body clad in a winter coat and scarf and blanketed in snow, his eyes were almost lifeless, lost in a trance that brought his mind far from the harsh reality that was the snowstorm. An empty stomach that ached and churned and skin that froze as solid as ice, death was beginning to overtake him.

Josef smiled faintly as he stared blankly into the endless sea of falling snow flakes. "It is snowing with great intensity" he muttered to himself weakly, in what one could presume to be a foreign langauge, perhaps Xingese. "It is snowing more than yesterday" He muttered, this time in Auregese. It was common knowledge for any multi-lingual person, that it was important to continue to think in the langauges you learn every day to stay fresh.

"It's cold....so hungry...." Josef's voice faded to nothing as he spoke these words in Drachman. His visions slowly fades out as he began to lose the feeling in his body.

"Неужели это смерть?"

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White flakes came like arrows from the grey skies, beating upon the faces of five figures off in the distance. Sashura Kir, and four of his body guards, walked through this snow engulfed land in nothing but their average military clothing, but that was hidden beneath their all black changbaos. The four figures that walked with Sashura made robotic like noises with each step they took, however, they looked completly normal, and carried nothing but their guns. This was... akward. Sashura, however, made no noise, besides the crunching of snow beneath his feet. He carried his sword on his left hip, and held his book, 'War and Peace', in his hands, reading the pages somehow. His left eye, the eye with a scar above it, seemed to glow red as he scanned the page. He soon noticed a tow up ahead, however, the others could not see it. Why? Because they had the eyes of a human. Sashura's left eye allowed him to see five to ten yards further than the average human eye. He stopped and placed his book in his pouch before turning towards his men, who all stopped in unison behind him.

"Keep your weapons at the ready."

Once he finished speaking, all of the soldiers suddenly took a Hitler salute stance, however, they did not clasp their feet or heels together, they kept them at shoulder widths apart, and their hands struck towards their right. Sashura did he same as them, and dropped his salute first, the tohers following behind him once finished. He spun aroud on his heel, and started walking towards the town, moving at a rather slow pace. Once he finally reached the inside of the town, he looked around, not one face or voice seen nor heard. Sashura walked forward, each step he took, slowly crunching the snow beneath his feet. His soldiers, however, made loud stomping noises with each step they took. Sashura's eyes slendered as he scanned the area, almost as if he was some sort of robot. He suddenly caught a distinct color standing out by an alley, and he quickly moved two figers upward, and simply flicked his wrist, pointing towards the area he noticed the distinct figure sitting at. His soldiers moved with haste, their every movement making that metal, saw like noise. Sashura, however, had already vanished within the snowy landscape, moving towards the figure from behind.

"The Lt. Colonel said to surround, but do not open fire unless fired upone!"