She had walked through the woods, her black knee-high boots pressing down into the soft earth below her, and her bright green eyes glanced around her. She moved at a steady pace, her black pants hugging her hips and butt almost perfectly as her black, gypsy-like top revealed some cleavage. Her painted blood red lips parted slightly, pausing for a moment, her slender figure showing off it's curves and angles (yet not too flauntingly).

After a moment she continued upon her way, not really sure where she was headed, but knew she needed to get off her feet sooner or later. Her stomach growling slightly, warning her to get something to eat, and she knew she'd have to find something soon. But where?

Something in the woods around her would have to provide her with food, or she'd have to find a nearby town. Nevering being too fond of towns, she sighed to herself, thinking of how the villagers might act as to an outsider stepping into their territory. How would they react? What would she do if they didn't like her there? She hoped to God that she wouldn't do anything she'd regret. This was why her personality was different than other females, stubborn, and she kept to herself.

Taking in a slow breath, she moved towards the village more, keeping her eyes open for anything that might startle her other side. She was trying to control it, but people had no clue what it was like to try to control creatures that would appear.

As she moved towards the village she deserved kids running towards a creek, women doing their daily chores, and even spotted some men off to hunt. A few glanced towards her, but no one seemed to react in fear. Nobody approached her either. The roads of the village were narrow, at least the side streets were, and she managed to slip down one towards the noise of a bar. Maybe she'd find something there, and let's hope it wasn't a drunk man trying to bed with her.