LEVIATHAN — She had told him not to come here but Levi couldn't stand to do anything. Civilization was not something the small child was fond of nor used to but he had to get help, to find any sort of trace of aid that would save his mother. Sticking out like a sore thumb was the small form of Leviathan, stumbling through the alabaster hills of snow and ice. Unlike the massive sea monster that the child had been named after, Levi was the runt of the litter as well as the only one left. The rest had died off, one by one either through sickness or starvation to the point that the child was used to it. He was no longer filled with a searing dread when he felt the warmth of his siblings seep away into the snow or no longer hear the faint trembling coughing fits that would echo in the cabin. Now all those actions were memories to him, blinding him from thinking rationally or even trying to listen to his mother. She had warned him not to go out and seek help, explaining that no one could be trusted in this disgustingly cruel world. But Levi was done with the way they were living, it only felt like they were living the same way they had back in the landfill site but only colder.

A ragged hollow cough escaped his jaws as he felt frustration begin to pierce his heart, the soft crunching of the snow beneath his small sable paws hardly distracted him from the task he had at hand. He needed to reach the group, the one he had been observing for a while since his family had decided to arrive at the freezing tundra territory. They had decided to remain here since they had expected that no one would inhabit the tough environment but upon spotting beings claiming the territory as their own, Levi knew well that some of them must have at least a decent knowledge of medical herbs or healing. The numbness that was beginning to crawl up his paws caused him to briefly halt, his spiky messy obsidian colored pelt bristling as he glanced around with narrowed metallic silver eyes. Where were they? Didn't they live near them? His lower jaw clenched and the child tucked his chin against his chest, suppressing the coughing fit that was itching his throat. He guessed he also needed medicine since the disease that had blossomed when they came here was beginning to become a bigger pain than he had thought it would.

”Fuck. Where the hell are these idiots?” he mumbled softly to himself, his bullet gray eyes closing shut as he felt the frosty breeze begin to howl, tugging at his small frame. A small weak flame escaped his jaws as the japanese bobtail began to stumble onward to his mission in finding help or at least herbs that could help with his mother’s deteriorating health but guilt gripped his heart when he remembered her begging for him to stay with her.

Please Levi, listen to me...stay. Please.

Her soft whimpering plea echoed inside his head and caused Leviathan to continue his journey. pushing onward though he noticed his vision blur every once in a while as time trickled by. the only companion is that of the wind and snow. His best guess was that the group lived in the deeper area of the valley so he went further. And further. And further. Even if the season was slowly forming into one of shining summer, the bone-chilling cold struck his bones as the scrawny bobtail glanced up at the sky, noticing the blazing ivory white sun staring down at the relentless tundra. Levi inhaled a fresh crisp breath of air, his tongue catching the various scents that hung in the atmosphere and began sought any tracks that could help him out with the mission but with the freshly fallen snow that had sunk a new coat over yesterday’s, it was difficult and the short child bit back the long string of curses that wanted to float out of his lips and into the sky.

Maybe he should have stayed. Maybe it would have been better if he had clung to whatever time his mother had left. He wasn't an optimistic fool who thought his mother would live to reach a decent old age and pass away in peace nor was he a dark pessimist that knew that her death was coming soon and he couldn't do anything about it. He was stuck in a realist’s perspective, reminding himself that if he found herbs or at least someone that knew medicine, she would have a chance of living for a few months or maybe even a year. The child pressed on until the sun began to crawl down, an arctic sunset with Levi deciding to take shelter beneath a pine tree, it's needles pressing against his rugged pelt as the scrawny lanky male lowered himself to a laying position, his small space black paws pressing against his trembling chest as he felt frustration grow like cancer inside him. Was this journey even worth it? He felt a burning sensation behind his narrowed bullet gray eyes but furiously blinked to avoid crying. He didn't cry. With that repeating inside his head, he allowed his heavy eyelids to close down on his vision, letting the darkness envelop him.

In the morning, he would continue. But as the night passed on and the sun returned to the sky, Levi’s curled figure refused to move, his entire body trembling as he gnawed on a chunk of icy snow, trying to at least get some liquid into his system even with fatigue and starvation draining all his energy. His stomach growled but Leviathan ignored it's protesting, wanting to simply take a moment of peace. He was so tired and he began to doubt how long he could keep it up. Could he even survive today? For once, Levi didn't have a definite answer to that question.