Among the Snow [ASK TO JOIN ONLY]

Niflheim was not a stranger to the biting cold which had over the centuries become but a tickle to her moon-kissed skin. As her eyes of platinum seemed to gaze out across the landscape, she could take in it’s lovely trinity, Snow, Cold, Desolation. A thing of harsh truth all it’s own. People died out here in these frigid wastelands, and the quincy who called it home often sat by in silence and let it happen. After the war the quincy had all but vanished into the shadows of both antarctica and even history itself, the current events well. The quincy involvement had become none, absolutely none. It wasn’t because there weren’t quincy however it was simple, the quincy themselves had cut themselves off from the outside world per the message of their sternritter and now elect, Niflheim P. one of the oldest of the quincy and a pure-blood. So now they roamed hidden in caves and waiting, waiting for their chance to come back into the light, something the Queen of Ice planned to happen quite frequently, however why was she here today? It was simple, she had senses something in her reishi field she often kept dispersed around her in varying distances of a mile to two miles, something formed from her otherworldly ability to control the very reishi that existed in the air around her.

So as she let those eyes of piercing platinum roam the landscape, she could sense it stronger than ever, while masking her own reishi her own signature was but a phantom, non existant without a trace to all but the greatest at sensing reiatsu signatures. There she waited atop a crested mound, the snow having compacted to look almost like a titanic wave, frozen by the environment as if a testament to it’s power. Her boots not even touching the snow as she stood atop of a platform of faint dusted blue, snow already piliing on the reishi plate she had formed beneath her feet. Sure the male had been moving quickly like a streak of black on the backdrop of white, but it wasn’t fast enough to escape the quincy’s ever-watchful and hawk-like gaze. Hence as the male was moving across the landscape, the quincy didn’t care as to why he was here however, despite her inherent dislike for shinigami ,which based on energy signature alone she assumed he was. She also assumed like most beings he belonged to some sort of organization or another, and while they might miss them it’d be complicated if k-world or the like began poking their head back in on things in antarctica.

With this logic, quietly, with a minimal amount of energy she started a chain-reaction that was guided by the sole concept of heat, and what would it do? Well it would be simple, manipulating the reishi to the point that it would begin to vibrate all around the shinigami it would do the purpose that it was intended to. It would heat the shinigami up, slowly but surely even if it was only just hot enough to avoid being detected for now, the shinigami might find themselves less cold, they would have a better range of mobility with the freezing cold no longer lingering in their bones. Other then that however the quincy wouldn’t do much, she’d instead almost seemed to fade away into the snow, what faint signature she had dispersing into several directions at once, so if someone tried to find her it would be as if she had faded away to become the snow itself. Although any manner of beast that was along the way now? Well atleast the raven might find that there was absolutely no one following him within miles, hollows? Nope, they would have been gone, any other manner of beast as well had seemed to mysteriously vanish and another facet that would appear after the quincy decided to quietly keep an eye on things in the shadows?

That would be the blizzard, one that whipped itself up with such force that the male would only have to follow the immense energy signature that drowned out anything and everything else, the quincies own signature being hidden by it and by how she dispersed it everywhere. Hence after that Niflheim had continued to follow while remaining hidden, her eyes having darkened, more mercury than platinum, more stormy than serene, they had become eyes that spoke of possibly if need be dealing with a threat, but also of a being that wasn’t to that point yet. She wished to see why he was here, rather than ask him and possibly get something less than what would be the truth. Since honestly? She wouldn’t put up with half-truths or white-lies, she would find out what was going on then make her decision, hence why for now? It would be as if she never existed, perfectly hidden in the storm she had created, her spiritual energy masked, and her senses focused on everything around her.