A Warm meal on a cold day ( open)

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Stella sighed as she shook as she look down the street of the village. Come here in winter was a bet harder than it seems to be. She moved some as she pulled the coat closer to her body. She had on, black pants and an old boots, this was all to make her seem more human . She did not mind the cold the feeling of the snow was the best thing to her, the wind blowing on her face. She longed to run but she was new and that mean new face and scents. It would be a pain but for now she need to get the lay of the land. Like any of her kind she wish to be around other, was that a wolf thing. She shrugged she missed her large family and the pack she grew up in. After the death of her parents and little brother, at the hands of a rouge male. She could not live their, her home pack wanted nothing to do with her family death.They became weak in her eyes so she left home and did not look back. She walked down the street and stopped at the tavern door.

The scent of human was over powering she shook her head. As she pushed the door and walked in the bell made a sound as a few people look up at her she walked over to the bar and sat down. She moved some as she pulled the coat open, it was warm in here. Her brown hair was pulled up and off her shoulder. “ what can I get you?” an older woman asked her. She smiled looked over at her, the man at a table looked like he was eating what looked to be a meat stew.“ anything warm would be nice, and some ale” she said to the woman who smiled and nodded and went to get her order.

She moved her back to the bar and looked around this place was not that bad. So as she could she need to find a place to stay and see what the packs around here are like. The smell of her food made her turn back around as she started to eat slowly. The warm food is what she needed right now.

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The cold wind buffetted an equally cold and hardened face. Weary blue eyes scanned the edge of the woods for signs of life. Traveling far from his usual roaming district, Brom had been sent to scan ahead for signs that lycans were near this area. He was a human, though to say he was ordinary would contradict his true nature entirely. Surely he looked normal enough, five seven in height with a slim yet built look and sporting a navy zip up hoodie with a pair of grey cargo pants. He was a member of a group of fighters known as The Fury. A group dedicated to wiping out those of unnatural blood such as the werewolves. Most humans knew of them as a rumor, but he was well aware of there existence, and he hated them. Brom had his own set of skills that specifically made him dangerous, and it made him able to travel alone. He had the ability to duplicate his form if he wanted. The most he had ever been able to duplicate to, was a total of 6 copies at once. It was easier for him to fight with a lower number for him to fully strategize, however if numbers were more important then he would fight with more then the two he usually kept around.

Usually he portrayed himself as a twin, and so he always had a copy out just in case. If a cpoy were to get hurt, then he would feel it, but he himself would be unscathed. His copies would automatically be made to wear the clothing he wore, but he always kept a spare jacket, a red hoodie for the other that he traveled with.

Peaking over the tree branches and looking down from the top of the ridge, his eyes swallowed the image of the village. From a glance it looked peaceful enough, human enough. Only one way to tell for sure however, so he marched from the woods and headed into town. His walk was brisk, his hans stayed fixed in his pants pocket, and he bore the face of an inquisitor. If anyone gave him a hassle, he just needed to fetch in his pocket and retrieve the metal badge with the silver and purple linen attached that marked him as a Fury member. If anyone knew of them, they were aware that if you messed with one member, then it was likely that the whole group would be surrounding your life in a matter of days.

Stopping in front of a bar, he figured it was the best place to start looking. Interesting things were bound to happen if he stayed long enough, and he was hard pressed to leave with no evidence that something was odd about this quiet little place. The world wasn't quiet andh happy anymore, things just didn't work that way, and they hadn't for many years. The bell rang as he strode through the threshold of the door, an walked straight to the main bar, not bothered by the fact that other patrons might have stared, not worried about any of that really. He sat down and looked around wondering if anyone was more then what they appeared to be at first glance.

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The man’s scent came to her before the sound of the bell, he had an odd sent to him she could not place it but she did not like it. She moved some as she pick up her ale and sip from it as she glances at the newcomer, her eyes moved over the human. He was human she could tell that but something about his scent, made the hair on her arm and neck move up. He was handsome for a human, some where other where not. She sighed as she looked at the lady behind the counter “can I get another cup Miss” she asked the older woman smiled and laughed at being called a miss. She nodded as she took her empty bowl and filled her mug up. She sipped her drink and sighed as she licked her lips.

She turned to have her back to the bar as she sighed as one the other men who was clearly drunk out his mind came over to her “ what a pretty thing like you do alone?” he asked. She smirked as she looked at him as she shooked her head as her brown hair moved over her shoulder “I am just getting warm up it cold out their” she said softly the man grab her arm “let me go” she said the man moved closer as he smiled as he lean in like he was going to try something.
She pushed him away, and he fell alone with his drink went flying. She closed her eyes as she hopes the drink did not hit the man that made her feel running away. She did not get it, why would she feel like this?