[Chloe]

The streets were quiet as the carriage rolled along them, Catty was leaning against the plush seats, her yellow eyes trained out the window as her hands were folded neatly in her lap. Every where she looked there was death and rotting flesh, something she had gotten accustomed to in her short life as an average day.

Guards flanked the carriage on either side, their attention more focused on keeping Catty safe than looking for her betrothed.

"Hmph." she huffs, knowing they would leaving the city soon and entering what was basically crowned as 'No Man's Land' cause very few had been known to survive there. After watching the last of the city fade away and just miles and miles of bare land, Catty frowns as the carriage halts to a stop suddenly.

"Imbeciles." she mutters under her breath, stopping herself from falling into the floor, "Remind me to have whoever is driving this guts made into new boots for me."

Moving to shove the door open so she can shout at the driver her displeasure, one of the guards points something out to her and Catty's eyes narrow into slits. And not caring about how dirty things were, she marches like a woman hell bent on destruction toward what is pointed out to her.

((occ: pretty much not gonna jump straight in))