The white of the snow swallowed her up whole, her form just a blurry, faintly outlined figure that constantly seemed to appear than disappear with each gust of wind. The huge footprints that were left behind by her paws were wiped away almost completely after each step, that was how severe this blizzard was. Any ordinary human, or even ordinary wolf, would have been smart and stayed inside, not moving from where they were in fear of getting lost in this eternal storm, but not Xerxes. No, even in the wind and snow, her senses were still far superior. Though her sense of smell was dulled a little because of everything being covered with snow, she could still pick up on the scents of other animals and things around her. And, about nine hundred meters in front of her, she picked up on the scent of pine wood and other trees, that meant only one thing. Some sort of cover, and a place for her to hide.<br/><br/>The wind was howling in her ears, even with them pressed back against her skull. She pauses as an exceptionally strong gust of wind rams against her side, digging her legs in to the snow and bracing herself against it, her fur rippling in the wind, tail whipping her and there. It was such a powerful wind that it managed to move her sideways a few feet, despite how huge she was in this wolf form. From what she was picking up, the storm was getting worse, not better, and it showed no sign of letting up any time soon. But for her, that was a good sign. It meant cover for a little while longer than she'd thought. And, even though she felt that the one man could be able to stand these conditions, those ordinary soldiers would be definitely having a hard time.<br/><br/>Lowering her head and putting every muscle in her body into overdrive, she plows ahead, fighting against the wind and snow every now and then. But, inch by inch, foot by foot, she was getting closer to the woods. And as she did, she thought...if that man was following her, would he be able to pick up on the near invisible tracks that were slowly being covered over? She knew the humans wouldn't have that luck, but...he was different. He was like her. She'd noticed his scent was far unlike any she'd smelled before, but had faintly picked up a similar scent in the old Dead Zone as she'd passed through it. What was his story? Shaking her head, she pushes thoughts of such from her mind. She had to concentrate.<br/><br/>Not wanting to risk her tracks being followed, she stops for a moment, allowing her body to change form, her body slimming down but not becoming small in the least. Wings sprout from her shoulder blades on her back, feathered and white. Her tail elongates and thins out at the end. Her legs becoming slightly shorter in length, while her body itself becomes longer. Her ears grow long and thin, and uniquely shaped horns form just above her brow. She still had fur, which had a slight blue tint to it, and some of the feathers upon her wings had blue lines. Upon her forehead was a blue crescent moon. Her eyes were an icy blue as well. She had become a powerful, and rare, furred and feathered<a class="postlink" href="http://img05.deviantart.net/2d70/i/2010/037/5/9/furry_dragon_lines_1_by_hibbary.jpg">dragon</a>, who was nearly just as powerful as her wolf form. This form didn't have the brute strength of the wolf, but it was still powerful.<br/><br/>Spreading her wings, which had a wingspan of roughly twenty five plus feet from tip to tip, she jets herself up in to the sky with a single powerful thrust downwards, propelling her upwards. Even in winds as powerful as these, she would do fine. Looking down, vision powerful, she hopes that this would throw them off for a little while. Her thin body easily slices through the winds and snow, spiraling along, only having to flap her wings every so often. Because of the color of her fur, it was almost as if she had melted in to the snow itself, becoming one with it. Also, she knew that in this form she'd be able to move a lot faster.<br/><br/>It didn't take much longer til the large spread of trees came in to site, going on for miles in the rolling hills. She soars above it, before spotting a humongous pine tree that stood way above the rest. Going to it, she lands upon it, her clawed paws grasping at the branches, wings folding in on themselves, and her tail wrapping around the trunk to provide balance. Raising her head, her eyes look around, the second eyelid provided from this form closing to prevent snow blurring her vision, so that what she saw was perfectly clear, as if one looking from the outside into a snow globe. From what she saw, the woods went on for quite a ways, and in the far distance were the faint outlines of mountains. She should head there...that was her best option for now.