Initial Meeting (All Users)

CARA

The girl remained silent at the base of the tree. The sun was high. Warm. It rested upon her face, reflected off her lashes, casting shadows on her face.
It was cold, though. The wind was blowing to and fro, it made her uneasy. All she could hear- the rustle of a mouse, beneath a dilapidated home meters away. The scratch of dead leaves upon the earth underfoot, and the uneasy thump of her heartbeat.
She quickly tied up her hair, high, resting upon her head as she trekked with bow in arms. It was crude in the sense of presentation- the tip, though, was at a deadly point. She could not delicately caress it without fear of cut.
At this point, however, she was starved. To not hunt would decipher as certain death, and she continued forth and then came upon an oddish smell.
Shaper.

His shelter, however, caught her eye. A large tree, flourishing and lovely, grew beside it. She carried rope in her palm, thick and coiled and tawny, and she hurled it upon its branches, which hung loose upon the rooftop.
Thrusting, now, she began up. Higher, still. She was not fearful of the fall, and then, foot finally settling upon the textured surface, she panted.
The window was unhinged, and she scurried thu it, amused that he had not locked it.
While it was old and rotting, she found peace in the room, and sat upon a lovely couch and sought her bag for any meat or crop.

C A R A

But then another noise aroused her senses, she leapt to her feet and peered from the window (Which she unfortunately broke). It was a truck. Dilapidated, old, to the point where she heard the engine squealing.
She smelt blood. Fresh blood, and she was abruptly starving. She paced back to the couch, crossed her legs, and then waited.

She was amused by a string protruding form his couch. There was a pair of jeans residing a little ways away, haven never physically laid eyes upon such a textile, she stood up and began to lay her fingers on it. It was rough.
The door shut behind her, and she was abruptly facing the giant of the man, dwarfed by his size.
"Evening," she said casually, striding back to the couch and stretching out upon it.

He was massive. She sauntered over to the man, enthralled by blood, and them stopped.
"That's peculiar, I've seen lots of things, though they may not be like us. And that's a nice couch, there. My base has a rug."
She peered at the man with sly eyes.

C A R A

The girl stared at him, befuddled for a moment, and she once more sprawled upon the couch and yawned, pretty fsce staring into his jade eyes. She could not deny she was envious of the apartment, it was lovely and warm, and she opened her mouth to speak.
She was brusquely behind him, without making sound.
"What are you up to- have any food? I'm starving."