The appearence was horrific. Blood streamed over pale skin in small rivers, glistening as though close to freezing; that, it was in truth close to be. How any could survive in the deadly conditions was a mystery, especially as the only visible creature for miles was scantily clad - not that they had chosen to bare such clothing that revealed their flesh, but that any sense of covering that once existed had now been battered and torn away, leaving the subject vulnerable. The scraps of dull coloured leather could tell the tale of warfare against a beast.
As the elf, looking no more than a young adult, stumbled through the snow, it was clear she was lost yet didn't really care either way. If she could care. Eyes, round like dull saucers, darted around franctically, the gentle blue glow telling of a Quel'dorei untainted like most of her race. Yet, what was it now, that they had changed their name? The elf probably didn't even know, and if the word 'Sin'dorei' was ever muttered in range of