Grim Views

The wind bit at her, threatening to pull the large fur cloak she had wrapped about her away. She didn't actually need the cloak, for she couldn't feel the freezing air. It was just something she had picked up on a whim. Now here she stood, wrapped in the fur cloak, in the middle of a battlefield. Hokuto Darksnow stood in the shadow of the ancient structure of Icecrown Citadel. Her face was stern, set. The look in her eyes, more vivid with a passion that made them almost seem alive once again. Her bone inlaid armor glistened, covered in a thing layer of frost.

She hadn't come here at random. At least she didn't think it that way. She was following a trail. To what, she didn't know, but she could feel that it was important.

A small shadow flitted by. Hokuto glanced around and saw what it was. A strange bird, transparent, dark. It had been her guide, and this is where it had her follow. She took a step forward as the bird moved on. On towards the great doors of the frozen citadel.

Up past the many stairs, past the frozen ram of the Argent Crusade. Through the broken halls of the very keep itself. The death knight strode confidently through the citadel, like she had never left it.

What she was searching for, again she did not know. But her guide did. The dark, little bird, that bid her follow.

The dark halls of Icecrown Citadel held many memories of the fallen, hero and villain alike. Broken armor and weapons lay about, forgotten through time. Hokuto strode silently through these lonely halls, following her guide, the small, dark, ghost-like bird. It had been weeks now, since she had seen any of her comrades. She thought herself going insane when she dared think she was actually missing Inzema's crude quips. This bird guide had led her almost over the entirety of the citadel, and yet Hokuto still did not know why. Still, she was compelled to follow.

And now, there in the citadel, she walked through halls of arms and armors. Dust, ice, and frozen webs, covered ever inch. As she continued down the hall, her bird guide suddenly flitted off in another direction at a quick pace. Without thinking, Hokuto bolted after it, easily jumping piles of broken metal plates and blades, and maneuvering around ice covered pillars. Then without warning, the bird changed direction again. Almost slipping on an unseen patch of ice, Hokuto slid into a turn, and continued her chase.

After minutes of chasing, Hokuto finally caught up with her bird guide. Looking around, nothing seemed to have changed. Still piles of forgotten armor and weapons. One of these seemingly unimportant piles of armor however seemed to have caught the attention of the little ghost bird. It flitted wildly around the top of a rather large pile of metal and sharp blades. Hokuto gave a small sigh, and then began climbing the mountain of steel.