She didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she needed to find shelter fast as mother nature was not kind to anyone that did not want to live another day. Her figure was soaked, her metallic silver pelt drenched with the rainfall that poured down from the heavens above. She had lost her ruby cloak after being chased off by an enraged bear after it had caught her hiding in its cave. Suriel could understand the bewildered anger one felt when they caught someone in their territory yet the loner needed shelter as she could feel her bones rattle and shake at the cold and wind of the storm that raged on at the dead of the night. Her small paws could feel the solid ground slowly become liquidy, the mud begins to stick to her yet she clung desperately to the hope of finding a place. A flash of hot electricity crackled the air and then the following roar causing her to flinch ever so slightly, her tufted dark ears pinning to her skull as she mumbled a soft curse under her breath, ivy green eyes locked onto the ground as she quickened her pace. Was it her or did the vegetation look different from what was usually expected? Her fictional eyebrows furrowed as she inspected it while slipping through the vegetation, long feathery tail dragging on the ground as she lowered herself to the ground as she heard faint croaking. Was there a toad beneath all the mud? Did it need help? She stopped in her tracks, her focus on finding shelter thrown out the window as Suriel began to dig through the mud, not minding how her pelt was becoming caked with it. She had to see if the poor creature was okay and as the croaking became clearer, relief washed over the pale silver female.

"Hey little guy, are you alr-oh!" Suriel's soft voice suddenly sharpened with surprise, her emerald gaze widening as she stared down at the frog. Or a deformation of a toad. Instead of two eyes staring up at her, there were four beady eyes that carried a look of sinister intention. She did not feel fear but instead wonder. Why was it like this? Was this normal here? The vegetation was certainly different than what she expected in a marsh-like area and now it seemed the creatures that inhabited were different as well. Gently setting down the toad and watching it hop away, Suriel's wonderstruck expression was glued to her facial features as she trekked farther into the territory as a million thoughts jumbled through her head. The toad's odd appearance was glued to her mind and she quickly went back to her search, finding an abandoned rundown farm that appeared to have other animals lingering as well but simply prey. She wasn't hungry at the moment and decided to simply step into the barn, her sleek figure enjoying having escaped the raging rain. She enjoyed the crunching sound of the dry golden hay as she found a distant corner to settle down for now. She carried a black messenger bag with her everywhere she went and the contents inside were what she worried for instead of her health. It was just rain, she would live. Opening the bag, the solid ash gray feline pulled out a simple old-fashioned camera, a notebook, and a pencil. There was more inside but she worried about the camera the most. It was slightly soaked and Suriel's eyes analyzed every centimeter of it, gently wagging it to get most of the water off it before settling it down by her trembling side. A small cough escaped her lips but she hummed softly as she flipped open the notebook, the pages filled with detailed sketches of various landscapes, animals, and plants. Finally finding a new page, she began to sketch the four-eyed toad, finding it comforting as the rain poured outside. Time began to drizzle alongside the rain and while she drew, the heavy impact of tiredness contaminating her energy as her eyelids grew heavy. Her pencil began to slow down and Suriel lowered her head to her sketchbook, not minding getting it wet. Or maybe she was too tired. Before she knew what was happening, she dozed off. The night went by and the sun began to rise but Suriel was curled up by her possessions, oblivious to the fact that she was in territory that had already been claimed.

Suriel used to be a light-sleeper, her attentiveness always clinging to her consciousness even when she was swimming in a sea of dreams. It was something that she had been able to carry pride with because it helped show that she was aware of her rich surroundings, aware of the nicks and cracks that blended in. However, there was a flaw in her observant system and that was the disease that clung to her body, absorbing whatever energy she was able to create out of resources. Her mind now drowned in the deep ocean of imagination, the flashes of technicolor and wonder muting out whatever was happening in the reality that was below cloud nine. She could faintly feel the warmth of the burning sun lace her soft facial features, even the slight disturbance of something or someone blocking it out. But the young female was struggling to pull herself out of her state of mind, her silky gray ears twitching a bit to faintly signify the problem of not being able to come out until a voice ripped her out of her sleeping trance.

Her brilliant mint green eyes snapped open, the sudden flash of various colors and light causing her vision to blur for a few moments. "W-Wha..?!" Her airy voice allowed a breeze of stumbled confusion to roll out of her muzzle as the russian blue blinked furiously to help adjust her vision. After it finally managed to create physical outlines of the blobs that were standing over her, the small lithe female's metallic gray fur bristled when she realized she was surrounded by strangers of various kinds. The first voice she heard came from a female that introduced herself as Freyja, Suriel's wide eyes holding a spark of panic as her heart thumped furiously inside her chest as she then turned to focus on the towering figure above the female who's name was Freyja. It was an intimidating odd creature and the lost girl's ears pinned against her slim skull as she took small slow steps back, the tips of her pale milky white claws beginning to unsheathe. Where was she? Who were they? She then caught a flash of gold at the corner of her eye and noticed that another tall formed had decided to join them. Was she somewhere in the land of giants? She highly doubted it but her mind was always stuffed with unusual thoughts.

She remained silent, her breathing was unsteady and shaky with her long tail low to the ground, sweeping like a brush against the wooden floorboards of the barn house. She wasn't sure what she could do, she could fight them if she tried hard enough but with her conditions, Suriel doubted she would be able to give much of a fight especially with how little energy she held when it was morning. The adrenaline that pumped inside her veins was not as strong as it used to be and she knew better than to attack without a plan as the athletic female simply stared back at the three creatures in a standoff. She guessed she must have been trespassing in their territory though she did not remember passing anything that would signify borders. The heavy rain that had poured last night must have caused her sense of smell to only catch mud and rain, blinding her from what was really contained in the odd land. Perhaps, she could communicate peacefully with them? Freyja seemed to not mind that pathway as she had introduced herself and Suriel knew it was for the best to go along with it. Forcing her spiky fur to slowly settle back down against her frame, the loner replied "M..My name's Suri-" Her voice was cut off when she spotted a flash of camera light a bit away from where the rest were focused and remembering her belongings, Suriel quickly turned to the direction where the flare of light had come from.

"Hey! Be careful with that!" her voice rose with stressed dread at the sight of the camera being pulled down by gravity to crash onto the floor, her emerald gaze widening as she rushed forward to grab hold of the camera. She didn't seem to notice who had taken it, her concentration only honed on her camera when she noticed that in the photo that had been taken, there was nothing but the cieling. Her fictional eyebrows furrowed and she glanced up to lock her vibrant eyes onto a stranger looking brown feline that carried a scowl that was beginning to reflect on Suriel's own facial features when he decided to snatch up her notebook and sketchbook. "That's not yours! Give it back! Please!" Distressed, Suriel gently set the camera down and aimed to grab back her books, her long earrings bouncing against her shoulders as she reached out for them. She didn't mind others looking at her research but when it came to her art, the sleek female didn't want anyone to really see them especially if she was not satisfied with the work.

( after fifty years, i have replied yeet )