Looking for a Pack (anyone)

she rolled her eyes as she heard Moe's comment, but she knew it was true. this one didn't warrent her weapons to his neck, so she simply shrugged

she tells the truth. i ain't gonna hurt anyone without warning or reason she said and continued to lead the way to the gardens

eventually, they broke out into the open and Taylor simply flopped down onto the grass spread eagle

she loved laying on the slightly long grass and looking up a the sky

sighing quietly she closed her eyes and then re lit another fag as her other one ran out, stubbing it out on her forearm

people were always asking how she never had any burn scars from her fags, but always got scared with other burns

she simply said only creature fire and magic fire can burn her

Rico cocked his head in surprise at the girl's actions, expression suddenly breaking into a gentle smile. He had never met a werewolf like this. But then, she was a halfbreed. Maybe the typical werewolf temper had been overcome by the typical calmness of the elven race in her, he mused. And Taylor... well, he still didn't trust her. But he was less likely to attack than he had been previously.

He sat down, keeping his distance from the elf, as he watched her light up, nose crinkling slightly at the burning smell. It was not a scent that he liked. He had bad associations with it.

Moe smiled when the broke the forest and padded out into the open, face raised to the sky, enjoying the fresher scents. The forest was full of decay and unpleasant fungi.

She turned to face the two as they sat down and bowed, pulling her fan from her Obi.

She enjoyed dancing in front of people and hoped that these two would enjoy the show that she put on.

Inhaling slowly, she opened her fan and held it out.

And then she began a slow dance, eyes closed as she took herself through the dance, imagining the music in the background.

Taylor sat up, bringing a knee to her chest and hugging it as she leaned her chin on her knee.

she watched as Moe began dancing and smiled

the girl really had grace and poise, something she wouldn't ever have.

Taylor was a being of raw and unbridled energy and ferocity shuold the situation called for it. she was too fiery to be calm enough to do something...anything graceful

well...unless you could call the way she uses her weapons, from knives to swords to guns and to her fists and feet graceful

maybe in a violent way....but something such as fan dancing was beyond her abilities

Rico watched her, intrigued. He had never seen anything like that kind of dancing and it was beautiful, in a graceful, minimalistic kind of way. Dancing was something that he had never particularly enjoyed himself, as it made him feel a bit stupid. He had learned bellydancing once when his friend's sister had got him drunk, and he was quite good at it, but he preferred to forget that incident. The wolf scowled to himself in remembrance. Never. Again. His masculinity had taken a serious blow.

But it was fine when she was dancing.

The dance only lasted a few minutes before she bowed the the two of them, sliding her fans into her Obi.

She knelt silently, hands folded nearly in her lap.

She wouldn't say this out loud, but she hoped for a compliment; just a single clap or a muttered 'what was okay'. Something to assure her she hadn't bored her audience to death.