Luna snarled in aggravation as Kuro continued to nip at sides and jump on her. Her body felt little pain but she couldn't understand what the hellhound was doing. Kuro hadn't played with Luna...ever, she had vague memories of watching her father and hellhound romp around, but that had been long ago. Why would this playful side choose to show itself now in the mist of her strange enough day.<br/><br/>After a few moments of laying there shell-shocked she finally reacted and shoved Kuro off of her managing to get him far enough away to spring to her knees and grin.<br/><br/>"C'mere, you caught me off guard, but it won't happen again." The hellhound raced towards her and Luna rolled out of the way. Kuro cut sideways and smashed his paws into her chest barking as he did so, the air in Luna's lungs came out in a<span style="font-style: italic">woosh</span>and she hit the ground pulling Kuro down with her as she did.<br/><br/>She stiffened suddenly feeling eyes on her back, someone was there. Damn her for not sensing them earlier her wall descended instantly and she rose fluidly to her feet. Kuro raced to her side and his hackles rose slightly in response to her tension. Would this girl know what she was? Damn an elf....no a half breed? Her scent was mixed with human. She knew very little about them, having only encountered them a few times. But it would make sense that even a half-elf would know a half demon, from what she heard the two were opposites and tended not to get along well. She stared subtly checking her weapons all were in place. The elf was dressed for battle, but the way she held her weapons didn't speak of experience with the weapons.<br/>Lu watched the girl closely wondering what her reaction would be. There was recognition in her eyes when she looked at Kuro. She knew of Hellhounds which means she would know of demons. The question was if she would know a half-breed when she saw one.<br/><br/>Even as she thought all of this hope gleamed in the back of her mind like a long forgotten friend, she had found another like her. One foot in one world and one foot in the other. She hoped somehow that the two of them would get along. She didnâ€™t want to be on her own any more, she wanted friends. As much as she was terrified of being close to another being seemed to have an appeal that was overriding the fear she felt.<br/><br/>Of course she let none of it show. All of these feelings were internalized, she masked her emotions behind a mask, an unbreakable wall of steel that let no one in and let no one know her true feelings. She didnâ€™t exactly enjoy this feeling of seclusion but when everyone seemed hell bent on killing you once they found out what she was that was what you had to do. You let people in and they stabbed you in the back and watched you bleed to death. She wouldnâ€™t give anyone the chance to do that again.<br/><br/>The question was: how was she to befriend others if she didnâ€™t give them the chance to get to know her?