OOC: This is a Mature thread that will contain themes of: Sexual Content, Abuse
These cold lands, bereft of life, are... So cruel.

After what had happened at the tavern and inn, Lyric had fled from the place he would have liked to have called home. A weight like no other rested on his mind, threatening to pull down his very will to keep going into the snow beneath him. What was the point after all? Where could he possibly find where he could peacefully exist unabated by his vampirism? He didn't know, but... He wouldn't find it if he stopped looking.

That is what he told himself anyway. While this last migration was easily his most horrible, it wasn't his first. There had been more than a few times where he thought someone would be clued into his condition, or where the threat of being caught was too dangerous to even attempt. These lands, they weren't just dangerous for travelers, they were dangerous to those like him in particular. The church was powerful, and people here highly superstitious. A vampire like him, in much of this land, would cause others to seek him out and kill him. The incident at the inn... It was bound to follow him. He was not safe here. But, then again, he also simply did not have a plan of where he could go. He knew precious little of the world, aimless despite his best efforts, and in a way was simply continuing his wild wanderings he began his unlife in. Day to day, location to location, desperate fight to desperate fight... Not against others, oh no. A fight against his own denial.

The clock to the next feeding was always ticking away, threatening him constantly, knowing that when it was up... Risks must be taken. And with risks came mistakes. And mistakes, well, those were deadly. He had to avoid people, but also be near enough them that the beast within him won't be starved and come out. That would be so, so much worse.

Cloaked and covered, Lyric fell into a familiar mindset of simply walking onward and hiding the moment he thought someone was coming as he travelled the roads. His obfuscation, once again, saving him from detection far more often than he could have ever realized. His heavy covering kept the sun at bay, and the blood he had taken from the bard who tried to kill him would sustain him for the foreseeable future. It was such high quality blood too; The taste of it would never leave his mind as his greatest feast to date. Fending off his hunger had never felt easier. So, suppose there was at least that.

Wandering the snowy veil that covered everything, his legs did not tire though his mind went blank. Being on foot took so so long, but at least he did not need to sleep anymore, yet again thanks to the bard. He could walk throughout the night and day, and so he had. The further he went, the fewer his chances of those who may or may not be after him finding him. Though, he wouldn't need to travel for long before these roads found someplace new...

A shockingly quaint village, with homes and houses dotting the side of the mountain like steps. To call it a village was perhaps a little underselling it, as Lyric, upon realizing he'd need to pass through it unless he was going to scale a mountain, would come to find it was far more populated than he realized.

This was more like a small city... The outskirts, yes, that had quaint little wooden cabins and lumber yards, but within, it had crowds of people. Dense, bustling crowds. It took all Lyric had not to get lost once he reached the heart of the labyrinth that was it's center; Individual homes gave way to packed apartment blocks that stretched high above, and even low into the ground. Slums, any one else might call it, with plenty of people packed together sitting along side the roads and against the buildings in the snow. Lyric hadn't seen anything quite like it since he had arrived in the port. That felt like years ago...

But, it would be here, trying to find a way out and pass through, that fate would have other plans for him.