Faylyn Serif moved through the forest steadily, the brilliant white snow sloshing below her boots and matching the white dress she wore for her trip into town. She walked quickly, now eager to make it home after deciding against transforming, her tight brass geared corset making it nearly impossible to become her wolf self. She messed with the her basket, picking at the now worn away woven wood pieces, old with age. She picked a pear from her basket and ate it was a crunch, the pear's juice dripping off her chin, though full of flavour. As she walked snow began to fall, making a fresh coat along the already snow thicken ground and she welcomed the warm she held from her werewolf infection. She passed through the thick trees and finally approached her house, the waterfall making a soft trickle as the water slid down the hill. She made it up the stairs and noticed the small ice sheets forming in the pool of water below. She opened her door, throwing her keys routinely in the bowl in the foyer. She happily enjoyed the warmth from the house that enveloped her body and she pulled off her coat and made her way past the foyer, flipping the lights on in the living room.<br/><br/>She looked up, noticing a clocked figure, its face securely hidden behind the dark fabric. She dropped her basket in alarm, her heart beating hard and fast in her chest.<span style="font-style: italic">They couldn't have found me...</span>she thought as she watched the figure as it sat, tilting its head, seeming to look at her. She slowly pulled her brass knife from her boot, not moving her eyes from the figure. She stood up, slowly, her knife gleaming against the lights in the ceiling, revealing the intricate gears engraved in its silver; the hilt full of jewels and pipes that she could feel in her hand as she squeezed it tighter. She approached the cloaked person and sped up to attack it as it sat alone on the couch, seeming to entice her. Though it stood up, moving swiftly to the side and forward, causing her to run into the couch, her knees almost buckling on her. She turned around, watching as it backed away from her, its steps silent, and slow on the floor below. She narrowed her eyes at the figure and refocusing, gripping the end of her brassened knife tightly as she watched the person. She lunged for the figure, her knife hung high into the air as she cleared the distance between them, though she felt herself get pushed back, hard, against her shoulder before her thoughts were collected. She stopped, surprised and heard her knife clatter to the floor, seeing it at the far corner of the room. She looked up, still not seeing the cloaked figure's face, though she lunged again, using her body to push him down. They both landed with a loud thump, air escaping from the mouth of the figure as she sat atop its stomach; her white hair now spiralling down from its golden clip and down the length of her body. She looked at the figure, its cloak now fallen underneath his head from the scuffle. She recognized him immediately and relief poured throughout her body, though her breaths continued heavily from the shock. She looked into his brilliant green eyes as he looked back, his face showing no emotion. She pushed her hand through his thick black hair, it soft between her finger tips, confusion now setting in, "Alistair?..." she said, her voice now timid. She felt his fingers on her wrist, rubbing it slightly before he spoke, "May you please get off me my dear."  His voice a soft husky whisper. She opened her eyes wide in alarm, clearly embarrassed, now realizing as she straddled him, her weight still on his stomach. She stood up and watched as he picked himself up, her movements now unsure at his presence. She turned away, heading towards the kitchen, "I'll make you a cup of tea."<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.marlasobsession.com/images/products/detail/FeatherHairClipinGoldIvoryorSilver.jpg">Hair Clip</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.oliviawaite.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/il_570xN.162265074.jpg">Corset</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://media.divinecaroline.com/ext/article_images/steampunk/12.jpg">Outfit</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.digsdigs.com/fallingwater-one-of-the-most-famous-houses-in-the-world-built-over-a-waterfall/">House</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://petermartinknives.com/Available%20Knives/Steampunk%20Folder/steampunk3%20comp.jpg%20300.jpg">Knife</a>