<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Makatza</span></span><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">the Traveling Werewolf</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Clash ping clash"</span>echoed in the air the sound of metal clashed together repeatedly Makatza wore a smile across her lips she was enjoying this. The man was a lousy pickpocket but he was more then decent with a sword, she liked that. With another lunge she closed the distance "Damnable woman leave me be, you have your purse no be gone!" he yelled at her again. But she just smiled pushing forward her blood pumping her veins screaming to keep pushing defeat the weakling.slowly she granted the unworthy bandit his space till there weapons no longer touched. Her breath came in ragged breaths as she watched him run with his tail between his legs as fast as they could carry him. She unsettled people well those that were normal she thought to herself with a laugh. A smile crept to her red lips as she couldn't contain her laughter at the sight of the bandit trip and fall on his face as he scurried away. Her laughter filled the silent night air as her laughter faded she shook her head and grabbed her light bag of supplies and proceeded to make a warm fire for her to enjoy as she laid under the bright moonless night.<br/><br/>Soon enough the sun awoke along the horizon kissing Makatza's light skin warming her slightly before stirring from under her warm blankets. With a light yawn she rose and readied herself for the day, soon enough she was back on the trails of the roads again. This one she had never seen before she had found the road behind some brush of a fruit plant that she had picked some breakfast from. The areas seemed unkempt and abandoned but this was what Makatza wanted she needed to look for some trouble something to take out her energy on. The bandit from last night had been a fun little time but she needed more still. So she continued on till she came to an old house which looked like the rest of land abandoned and unkempt but as she surveyed the area she came across tracks still semi-fresh she thought as she leaned down to look at them more carefully it seemed some type of canine and what looked to be a womans track. But the smell was different Makatza thought but shrugged and figured it was the sun baking the fruit with its rays. Makatza stepped along the porch looking over the house it was once beautiful it seemed,  and with that she decided to use herself as bait knowing someone was nearby she sat on the porch and pulled out a pouch of dried meat she had bought a few days past when she was last in a village. Taking a small piece from the pouch she chewed quietly enjoying her small snack as she waited for any visitors she hoped they would hurry up she was in need of a fight.