Name: Taylor<br/><br/>Race: lycan<br/><br/>Age: 21<br/>Appearance:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad240/wolfgirl-taylor/Kelli%20Pickler/6322.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Wolf form<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad240/wolfgirl-taylor/wolves/wolf-7-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Background/History: Taylor lived a quiet life in a small village, she befriended a witch by the name of Lulu and they were best friends, until one night men came and killed the witches in the town and others that where not 'normal' humans. Taylor was lucky enough to hide and she survived, Lulu however did not. Taylor ran off away from her home town after people came to town and killed her best friend and other people from her town. She left early that morning before the sun rose and decided to just see where life leads her.<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>Taylor walked around the village her face covered by the shadows of her hood as she walked getting jostled around from the strangers around her walking and not paying attention. Soon she would be covered in bruises...if she didn't fall over an get stepped on that is. She needed to find a place to get out of the way...for at least a while and she knew there was an Inn somewhere. She saw the lantern and hurried toward it. Placing a hand on the door she pulled her hood down showing her blonde hair her blue eyes. She pushed it open as scents filled her nose. Her stomach growled so she headed toward the bar. "One bowl of stew and a cut of hot tea please." She said with a smile as one particular scent filled her nose. She looked around the room with those blue eyes of hers and saw....the one who's scent made her wonder. Was she another lycanthrope? She  stayed where she was but was looking wonder and rather hoping, oh yes the young she wolf sure was hoping.