Siberia, Russia ~Akai Ketsu~

'Don't tell me this machinery can actually freeze!?' Annoyed, the Akuma lowered her fly and went to the trunks of the trees. 'It's supposed to be colder up there, so if I just go trough the forest I should be alright...' With those troughs the machine started moving slowly around the trunks, hoping that a village will be somewhere around here.

'F*ck this! I hate this form, anyway!'
After shaking the snow off of herself the Akuma transformed again, this time turning into her preferred form of a human and brushed off what little snow was left on her shoulders. 'I hope that stupid village is close,' the woman thought as she started forward between the trees, looking around for any signs of civilization.

With a sigh the Akuma kept a steady pace in one direction hoping to either get out of the forest, or find anything. Meanwhile as her eyes scanned around she couldn't help but think of how more pieceful and calm it was out here. No one would be crazy enough to be marching into the forest right now and that just added to the perfect winter atmosphere. After all, she truelly loved snow. 'I wonder if it's because of my past... But am I supposed to love th thing that killed me, anyway? I'm more twisted than I thought," she chuckled darkly, bfore looking at her pale hands and clenching them into fists. 'This life is better than the past one. There's noithing to complain about. Now, let's find that village.'

With a surprisingly calm expression - snow did miracles, the woman shielded her face from the attacks of the trees around and started slowly moving towards the light. 'It has to be either the end of the forest, or a village... Perfect, just what I needed.' Maybe it wasn't going to be such a pain, after all. A small, out of character smile appeared on her face which was much softer than usual.

'Pretty nice place to start the hunt,' Her calm expression turned into a sadistic one, but she turned it one step back as she neared the door. 'Maybe I can get some information out of whoever's inside...' With that thought in mind the Akuma calmly knokced on the door and wondering who would live in such a secluded place waited for any answer.

Akai mumbled some curses on good ol' Japanese, wondering if the person inside talked English at all... Well, even though she didn't know what the voice had said she tried getting in and pushed the handle with the hope that she had gotten the right message. Otherwise she wouldn't even be able to check if the person could explain anything to her. 'Stupid humans and stupid languages. What's the use of them all, anyway?'

'Well, back to the search,' turning from the dust-filled bed the redhead went back out into the snow and surrounded the hut, looking around it. the smirk stayed on her face as she continued enjoying the scenery and wondering if there were at least small villages around here...

'Well... At least there are no more trees,' the Akuma sweatdropped, but with a slight sigh she continued making her way forward trough the fluffy white snow. This place was so much more comfortable that the dark and gloomy passages and she felt like it gave her more strength to continue forward. Besides, she'd never let the snow kill her two times. 'Now, all that's left to find is a village... Where could that be?' For yet another time she looked around, wondering if there's be anything but the beautiful white scenery.

'Well it's better than nothing,' Akai thought to herself, as she was struggling against the storm, trying to get to that silhouette before her and the weather wasn't helping all that much. 'D*mn, how I hate storms, no matter what kind they are!' Despite that she stubbornly continued forward.

"Fine, FINE! I got you!" yelled the already irritated Akuma to the freezing wind and without taking her time she went into the cave in search for refuge until the storm was over. She wasn't planning this, but since the weather knew how to turn ba**erd on her, she had to come up with something to keep herself from turning into an cube of ice. 'I'll just continue when the storm goes away.'