Enter the Tiger ( Freya )
Posted: Fri May 23, 2003 12:23 pm
The woman walked out of the inn to which she live for now and into the depths of Myrkentown where she now had both home and job. A relaxed grin crossed her lips as she was alone and freely exposed the rounded, feral fangs that barely peeked out from the smile. She was cloaked, but the cover only served to hide the rounded ears atop her head. She wasn't really sure how some people would take to a were or a half were or whatever she was and she was not very eager to find out. The tail of of her thick french braid peeked out from under the hood and her tucked it right back in with annoyance. As if led she heads towards to woods, by pure instinct and nature. Left alone to her thoughts in the woods she remembers the night before with her rather rushed and interesting 'job interview '.
She was now the resident Mid wife in the hospital that had that name. She chuckled to herself " I am NEVER going to remember that name and I hope they don't hold it against me. " She had things seem to go for her in the past, only to come crashing around her ears. The said ears flattening in remembrance. She still couldn't look at a Guard without her hackles rasing and her palms sweating. Shaking her head she rubs her temples as flashes of him, fallen on the blood in his own blood and then the horrific emergency surgery. She hadn't lost him and this she was able to tell the Doctor with pride. She had, however, lost him when it came to her. She shook slightly, but like no human could. Her skin seemed to move on it's own accord like a feline shaking off an itch or worse.
That was a long time ago and forgotten ( or so she wished) now she had to no longer sit in the inn and wait to see a woman to offer her help. Now she was part of a team.. a team she liked upon first meeting. Walking around the pale elf would take some getting used to as she always felt large and clumsy in the presence of one of them. She certainly thought the world of the Doctor, course she thought the world of anyone who had a at least some sense of humor. What she needed now was time. Time to feel around this place and see if they were not only accepting of her kind but supportive of her kind. She hated hiding things from the Doctor but until that day when she knew this is how things had to be.
The greenish blue, almond shaped eyes lowered slightly as she curled on a low heavy branch of a tree. Slowly she let herself fall asleep.
She was now the resident Mid wife in the hospital that had that name. She chuckled to herself " I am NEVER going to remember that name and I hope they don't hold it against me. " She had things seem to go for her in the past, only to come crashing around her ears. The said ears flattening in remembrance. She still couldn't look at a Guard without her hackles rasing and her palms sweating. Shaking her head she rubs her temples as flashes of him, fallen on the blood in his own blood and then the horrific emergency surgery. She hadn't lost him and this she was able to tell the Doctor with pride. She had, however, lost him when it came to her. She shook slightly, but like no human could. Her skin seemed to move on it's own accord like a feline shaking off an itch or worse.
That was a long time ago and forgotten ( or so she wished) now she had to no longer sit in the inn and wait to see a woman to offer her help. Now she was part of a team.. a team she liked upon first meeting. Walking around the pale elf would take some getting used to as she always felt large and clumsy in the presence of one of them. She certainly thought the world of the Doctor, course she thought the world of anyone who had a at least some sense of humor. What she needed now was time. Time to feel around this place and see if they were not only accepting of her kind but supportive of her kind. She hated hiding things from the Doctor but until that day when she knew this is how things had to be.
The greenish blue, almond shaped eyes lowered slightly as she curled on a low heavy branch of a tree. Slowly she let herself fall asleep.