Tales of old about Knights and Dragons
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Finally She gets out to meet people! lol


The woman, healed and everything, stepped out into the cold morning. Her heart pounded as she looked curiously around at the wolves going about their ways. Though she tried her best not to be nervous she found it almost impossible. Yiska just was not a pack person. She was independent, strong, and happy with her lone-wolf lifestyle. However, she told herself she would learn a few things about these people before she left for home. She wanted to leave soon though, before she really became a subtle pack follower.


Even now it made her uncomfortable knowing that she, deep down inside, was going to be a bit lonely after the male named Jazper and her would part ways. That was enough to make her run the other direction. She didn't want to like these people, but she did want to learn a little from them. Having decided that, Yiska walked a little outside, wishing she had more then just her pants to cover herself. Especially since the same bear that ripped apart her shirt, also gave her the raging angry scar accross her chest and down her ribs.


The older woman took a deep breath and walked out into the chilly morning. In seeing her breath she decided best to walk around a little and get her body warmed up. Granted her fluffy winter fur had grown in, making her seem more like a very large fox then a wolf, but she knew if she stood still then eventually the cold would irritate her. She looked around in her optime form until her eyes rested on what seemed to be a garden. Grinning a little she decided that would be a good place to start her morning off and began to walk into the direction of the frozen, dead plants.


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Enzo be awkward lurkerness
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He felt kind of like a stalker as she watched the woman he did not know as she stepped out into the cold morning air. He didn't make it a habit to lurk around staring after his fellow pack mates but this woman had a kind of lost and confused air about her, as well as the wicked looking wounds upon her chest. Social awkwardness and as much as he hated to admit, his own cowardice held him back for a while from approaching her and striking up a conversation. He watched her until she disappeared from his sight at which point he shifted his position so he could see her again. She was pretty although not as pretty as Juliet but still pretty nice to look at.

She looked as though she might be cold he realised with a frown and quickly turned on his tail and headed back inside of the courthouse and up to his room where he rummaged quickly through his piles of things he had collected during his wanderings until he found what he sought. The light green shift was not very thick but maybe it would help protect her a little against the biting wind. Happy with his find the tall boy scurried back into the outside world, his paws crunching down the snow underfoot.

He followed her scent as it traveled away from the center of activity towards a small garden with mostly dead plants inhabiting it. He slowed to a halt though as he got closer and smoothed back his hair trying to make it not be messy for once in his life. It didn't comply with his wishes. He heaved a sigh of frustration and stepped forwards that she could see him, clearing his throat awkwardly,

"Eeer hi thar. Ayme Lorenzo, I thought tha looked a beet cold so ah brought yah theese shirt." He held out the green colored shirt for her to take if she wanted, painfully aware of his akward demeanor.
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sorry this is like forever late Sad epic fail on my part.



IC: The world around her was dead and quiet, the soulitude and quietness it provided made the woman feel less awkward. Plants dont jugde, particularly when they're dead. She smiled observing the area. However, her solitude didn't last long, and was interupted by the sounds of crunching footsteps and a throat clear. Thinking it being the patriach , Yiska covered herself generally with her arms and turned carefully to face the newcomer. A boy, about as tall as the leader towered not far from her. Yiska kept quiet and curious, careful not to look scrutinizing at the male.

She had a small trouble figuring out some words the male said due to his accent. However, when he held the green colored tunic out to her, she smiled. Taking the tunic gently she looked up at the young, but large male. "Thank you Lorenzo. My name is Yiska." she moved the tunic over her head and pulled it down to cover her body. The cold no longer poked annoyingly at her body and she felt more relaxed.

She bit tongue before she could say something very awkward like why he stalked her over here or something. She had to be polite to the pack member. Smoothing out the short she turned her attention back to the male. "So Lorenzo......What do you in charge of?" she didn't a spit about packs or how they worked, so she just worked it out in her brain how she figured it.


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