David
**Character Introduction Quest/Encounter**
*Ashen wandered through the forests like a lost dog, her legs carrying her giant body in a brisk pace. She didn't know where she was, and she definitely didn't know where to go. Her master had released her. Not as a reward for her loyalty or hard work. He had released her into the wilds because he was going to hunt her down. Like a beast. She could hear hounds in the forest, barking and yowling, searching for her. No doubt with armed hunters.

The giant lumbered through the trees and grass, chains keeping her arms attached at the wrist ahead of her, though her legs were freed of their bondage so she could run. Not that they wanted her to escape, they just wanted to give her a headstart. The goliath was determined to escape anyhow. She wouldn't let hunters or hounds or whatever manner of devices they had stop her.*
Antoinette
*Ashen would wander across the forest, the winter of the wind soon biting at her skin with great ferocity. The howl of the maelstrom of snow would be heard throughout the area, impeding her senses since she had nothing besides an apparent bundle of rags and leather, a sad, unwise thing to wear in this winter cold. In the distance, the yapping, barking, and howls of bloodhounds and the like could be heard as they followed her scent, which proceeded with roars and yelling of their human masters. Oil lamp and torch lights in hand, they would shine weakly against the dark, dull expanse that was the forest at nighttime. No doubt that they were catching up, and quick at that. How many were there? 5? 6? 7? An entire hunting party, no doubt about it.*

*However, with the winter wind aiding you, and the snow covering your tracks, you would be able to hide within the surroundings rather efficiently. If you could somehow find a way to mask your scent from the hounds, there was a chance, albeit, a slim chance, of escape. After all, you don't want to be sent back to your master, do you?*

*As you trudge through the forest, the looks of trees, dead and alive, would fill your vision. White snow covered them from all around, causing every step you took to be as if you were walking around and about in a circle. Spiraling down and down back into the same perpetual cycle of cat and mouse, until the hunting party chasing you down caught up to your location. Down and down into the deep, further and further into the heart of the forest, there would be layers upon layers of snow gathering upon your head and shoulders as you made your way through the forest. The chains around your wrists would grow impossibly cold within the snow, but they were manageable nonetheless. With no direction but foreward revealed to you, where will you go now?*
David
*Ashen staggered through the snow with furrowed brows. Goliaths were acclimated to the cold, they lived in it, but it didn't make the mighty storm any less horrid. She turned back to look at the doom behind her. She wished to go back, she did, but her master didn't want her. Clearly. She had not asked for freedom, and yet she was being hunted like an exotic animal. She supposed she was, to these people.

Her blank eyes searched for any escape routes, panicked breathing driving her forward. She could climb a tree, but the hounds would sniff her out, and her tracks would betray her.

She could run. She was fast, but she needed shelter, and if she just ran, the hounds would surely catch up if released. She needed to find shelter to pass through to throw them off. Ash knew that much, at least.

So, the giant moved into a dead sprint through the forest, hoping, desperately, she could throw them off, lest she have to find the hounds. 

She'd seen what the hounds did to slaves the Master didn't want anymore.*
Antoinette
*The forest landscape would keep passing by you, ever so monotonous in the way it was completely covered in snow as you sprinted through the forest. Your height would put you in a disadvantage, as while sprinting, you would bonk your head against multiple different branches, but nevertheless, you kept running through the forest amid the coldness and wintry hell that enveloped the landscape. If you were to pause for a moment, you could hear faintly the voices of the hunters in the distance, but they would grow louder and louder as they came ever so closer to your location. They were following the tracks still visible in the snow, tracks that you had made whilst running, and it wouldn't take long before they caught up to your location.*

*Looking around, you would notice the abundance of trees, bushes, and undergrowth all painted white in the winter's harsh, cold blizzard. If you had to fight, it would be an unwise decision indeed; the hunters were most likely dressed in warm, heavy attire compared to the rags and the worn, tattered cloth Ashen was covered in. The barking of dogs wouldn't be apparent, surprisingly, but the hunters, whoever they were, would still be on your heels. They also had the advantage of being well fed and nourished; slaves, as you can imagine, were not the most well-fed of the bunch, only feeding off the scraps of food given to the dogs. There were a scarce amount of natural weaponry in the area, but if worst came to worst, you could always use a rock, or a branch, to fight your way out of the area.*