!The girl watched him draw his picture carefully, paying close attention to the neat strokes he made with the pencil, but kept herself from looking at the piece of art directly. She wanted it to remain a surprise, after all, but she could watch Edgar draw for her all day if she had the chance. He was different, that male Luperci. There was something about him... that was very special. Vlad was happy that she could befriend him, and made a mental note to meet up with him again some day. He was a creative gentleman, something that one couldn't find easily, and she respected him. He had earned her respect the moment he sat down by her in the pouring rain.
She saw him scribble a few words on the corner of the page and, after ridding the masterpiece of stray marks, presented it to her. What the Russian saw made her sea green eyes widen fully. It was her, of all people. She smiled warmly as she took the drawing, her eyes looking over it. There she was, sitting on the cold floor near the fire, just like she was in reality. It was so finely detailed, so beautiful... It had been a while since she had seen a picture of herself. Her eyes darted over to the bang hanging between her eyes in the pictured and blinked, soon looking up to her mane. After this, however, she felt a tug at her free hand, and turned back to Edgar. He placed a kiss onto her hand, causing Vladi to blush again. And then he was gone, just like that. The Russian watched him disappear into the woods again, noticing that the rain had ceased to fall, and the setting sun's rays lit up the forest once again.
She sat there, flummoxed for a moment, before she remembered he had left her a note. She looked down at the drawing again and read it slowly, her eyes softening. Had she been that kind to him? Perhaps he had a troubled background, but if he did, he certainly didn't show it. She stared at his note for another minute before rising to her feet and setting out for her own woods. She would seek out her shoulder bag and safely tuck her portrait away, and protect it at all costs. It was all she had left physically of the Brittany Luperci, and she was not about to lose it.
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