[Between me, Shadow, Polytetra and possibly Random Event 1 or 2.]
Styx Souji
Beatrix
Braska
Styx slowly walked up the snowy rockface of the mountains, his nose numbed by the cold, his paws screaming at him to give up and just lay down and sleep. But he refused it. His teeth barred against the cold, shivverd running through his very structure. He will NOT give up! His crimson eyes looked almost robotic to Beatrix, the chaos albie that travelled beside him, it was quite scary. She was made for this type of terrain. She moved through it with ease. But she held herself back so she could keep a eye on Styx. Yes, he was stronger than her, but still, everyone needs someone to tell them where to place there paw. She looked upwards at the faint image of the void hollowheart travveling above them and she smiled slightly. He finally came down to rest infront of them, taking most of the harsh wind. Styx stumbled slightly, but Beatrix caught him by his scruff, working on keeping him stanging. He finally stood in his own, a few trickles of blood flowing down his neck from where Beatrix bit him.
The Void hollowheart craned his neck backwards, his pale eyes looking at Beatrix. His thoughts echoed around her and Styx's mind. 'The winds are too strong up high! I have to walk. Lets just hope that the winds don't get any stronger. Beatrix nodded, and then looked at Styx. He was the one whom spoke first. "Why must we hope they do not get any stronger?" He almost had to shout to have himself heard over the icy winds. 'Otherwise I may not be able to find the Shrine!' Braska's thoughts rumbled. Styx nodded silently and they began to press on, following the winding path. Finally they stumbled across some steps. Litirally stumbled, Styx fell over them. When he did that, beatrix smirked and Belias shook his head, letting out a long breath from his nostrils, seemingly sighing. They finally entered the Shrine, Beatrix looked about with Awe, Braska finally squeezed himself through the doorway, and Styx looked indifferent. Beatrix gave him a harsh glare, her horns dripping with moisture from the melting snow.
"How can you not be amazed by its beauty?" styx snapped back. "How can you? I've been here once before with Duskie, remember? We found nothing then, and I'm pretty sure we will find nothing now!" Beatrix snarled and launched at him, tackling him to the ground and biting into his foreleg, making him yelp and he bit into her shoulder. She did not let go. Braska finally intervined by pushing beatrix off Styx so they both let go. Blood was dripping from there maw's and from there wounds. "How DARE you question Duskie!" Styx sneered. "Why do you worship her?! She's just a woman, able to be killed and die of old age, you and I both know that. Sooner or later, only Braska and Belias will be left alive of this family. The rest of us will DIE!" A snarl appeared on Beatrix's lips, but Belias held her back, sending a echo of his mind through the halls powerfully. 'Stop!' Beatrix clamed and Styx sneered, looking about the main hall, small bloodsplatters on the floors gave the hall a metallic smell, Styx wrinkled his nose, Beatrix sneered and Belias shook his head slightly.