Small scene

Frigid air whipped the frail woman's face. Fluffy, white crystals rose and fell in a mesmeric dance, disentegrating into water just seconds upon touching her face. Her lavender eyes lacked feeling, and stared upon the overcast skies above. She licked her lips, eliciting a plume of black smog to rise from the corner of her mouth. With a groan, she sucked in the escaping remnants of her feast whilst moving a gloved hand to deftly stretch a bandanna over her hungry mouth.

She extends a tender, tiny hand to reach for him – her only friend in this cruel, unfair world. He wordlessly clasps his hand around hers, hoisting her back to her feet.

“I’m full.” She drawled. “Are we closer?”

The man's cold eyes survey the rubble that once stood as a cozy hamlet. Nothing more than a smoldering pile of debris was in its wake. The white snow was tainted red from blood splatter and broken corpses -- none in a single piece. He took in the beautiful sight for a brief moment, losing himself in his own fantasies. Lilium simply watched, knowing full well what ran through Varick's mind.

“Much closer…Shouldn’t it be me asking you that, though?” He grins, eyes glinting with bloodlust. “Come, my little bird. Together, we will orchestrate a beautiful symphony!”

	The woman nods silently...he was right. She could almost taste the rift, the tempest -- no, the lullaby of countless voices. If her mouth could water, it certainly would. “Another meal wouldn’t hurt.”