[shadow=CD8C95,right]AKUMA HIMURA BASKERVILLE[/shadow]

Snowbound had not been safe enough for his little girl.

There were supernatural entities that floated about, causing havoc and the like simply because they could and such destruction was not the environment he had in mind for Riku. He had thought the snow laden territory that the Snowbounders called their home would be a sanctuary for him and his daughter─ valhalla, an safe haven, an port in a storm ─but no, it turned out the duo had jumped to conclusions far too quickly and Akuma was thankful he had acted in enough time this go around. Frankly, he was tired of the constant travelling. When it was just himself and his princess, his anxieties crept up on him slowly, digging itself into the back of his mind where it would linger still. It was the only reason he sought out these groups to reside in, where he knows Riku and himself would not have to worry about harm coming unto them.

Saffron eyes shift about wearily, the slim black shape moving along cautiously. The day was creeping to a close, dusk settling across clear skies as the sun steps down from its throne high up in the sky. He had hoped to reach some place before the sun began to set but as it was, it seemed as if he and Riku may have to spend another night out in the wilderness much to his dismay. He exhales an defeated sigh as he looks upon the crimson furred child, the tiniest of smiles forming upon his features as he pauses. "At least we'll be able to see the stars clearly out here." He was horrid at making light of bad situations and that much was obvious in the way his tired eyes crinkled with the strained smile he held onto his face. "Come now. We've got to find some place to sleep before the moon rises."

He keeps Riku close to his side, not daring to look away for too long whilst they wandered aimlessly. However, something seemed amiss. He pauses, tail curling slightly in anxiety as unfamiliar scent flows through his nose. There was a group? Here? He seldom heard of anything about a group living in a place like this, not from Snowbound or from anywhere, in fact. Akuma leans back on his haunches, the thoughts churning in his mind. Do they just cut through the territory or wait to be discovered? There was always an off-chance that someone is willing to help but there was equal opportunity for things to go quickly sideways. However, he was desperate at this point─ desperate for anything ─and so he remains, shoulders tense and claws sinking into the ground. The black anaconda that is draped across his neck seems to acknowledge the fact that his stress had quite literally skyrocketed and yet Kuma did a good job holding himself together. Well of course, he did─ he was an natural liar.

"Let's wait a while, Riku. We'll see if people will come."

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[shadow=CD8C95,right]RIKU HIMURA BASKERVILLE[/shadow]

It should be noted that Riku... had a fear of ghosts. It was partially due to her time in the Abyss. That was creepy. It was much better traveling, in her opinion. And she hated traveling. The way it made her paws ache, how her body was drained after it.

She huffed as she noticed the sun going down, the shades of twilight now appearing. It was going to get cold soon. And it was going to get dark. It was harder to navigate in the dark. The wildcat hybrid moved, behind her father, given their obvious size difference. Her body tumbled and fumbled at the same time he was trying to make light of the situation. Ugh. Now the Himura Clan Princess was dirty. She shook her fur out, huffing tiredly.

Her magenta eyes locked into her father, as she nearly bumps into him as he stops and sniffs. She watches him ponder, how he tenses up. The kitten moves, sitting next to him, wrapping her tail around him lovingly. After a bit, she meows, "Relax. We wouldn’t be a threat to them. They have no reason to attack!" Even if her father was a natural liar, she knew when he was stressed or upset.

[shadow=CD8C95,right]AKUMA HIMURA BASKERVILLE[/shadow]

The dark furred wildcat turns his golden gaze onto Riku as her voice reaches him in his tumultuous thoughts and tells him to relax. Right. Breathe in, breathe out─ don't let everything get to you at once. The Baskerville tilts his head down towards the girl, letting his sandpaper tongue run across her forehead in an affectionate and ultimately grateful gesture. "Well, I think they'd be too scared to anyways." The mischievous Chain would hum to her, his brows drawn up slightly as he straightens his posture. Akuma lifts his head in enough time to see a small creature, a bird gaze curiously onto them with almost the same ( if not more ) caution as he's had before. Tail curling about himself and Riku, he observes the jay momentarily before speaking, "I'm Akuma, and this is my daughter . . ." He looks to her, waiting to see if she would want to introduce herself as well before continuing on. "We're, ah . . . looking for a place to stay. Our old home has perished." Ghosts and fire did not go together, most certainly. They'd left a day before Snowbound went up in flames and by the time the news reached them through hearsay, they had already traveled quite a distance. Lucy, the anaconda wrapped comfortably around his neck, peered up curiously at Gwen, forked tongue flicking out to taste the scent that wafted from her. Akuma had to make sure that the hungry girl wouldn't eat the poor jay. That would be hard to explain to anyone else who showed up, wouldn't it?