The silence of the wilderness was only broken by the call of the white spotted paint. Calling out the horror of its capture, tangled within the widths and chains of the barbwire. It echoed through the deepest dark  of the wilderness, finding way to claim the sensitive ears of Lore. With pale jade hues they scanned the direction of the breaking cry for help, normally wild beasts relaid on no human contact unless they were being attacked. So with careful ease and a stunning silence that could rival that of a vampire or predator, Lore made her way to the beast... to see the remains of the damage from it's struggle.<br/><br/>The stench of blood clouded the air with a thin haze, it was just enough to get the first underline taste of it settled at the back of your throat. The closer she neared the more riled the untamed horse became, struggling once more from it's side as wide eyes gazed up at Lore. It was enough and apparent to Lore's ears... the thick and fast beat of the beast's heart was going to kill it long before the lost of blood. Among the many other things if she didn't get the beast back on it's feet before it panic to death... it was going to be all over for this young one. In the sense of the moment, Lore inched closer in silence, that weightless form neared all the more closer to aid it, leaving no scent, and no print of   her being there. It was perhaps the best way to expand energy when you didn't want someone to know you where there.<br/><br/>Gravity had a keen way of being powered and over powered, but to Lore's advantage it seemed to work in her favor each and every time. Once within distance of the animal her hand reached out to the front of her form, at the waist she bent forth to lightly rasp the tips of her gloved hand over the bindings. The pulse of power reached like thin bony fingers between the bindings around the legs of the horse, and with a shift of the air the bindings seemed to bow out like a invisible balloon was being expanded between the links of bindings. With a startled kick out and then a draw back to do it again, the horse jumped up with a bucking fit, kicking Lore back to the ground as the horse turned tail and ran.<br/><br/>"So much for a thank you... or a ride..."<br/><br/>Well it was a wild beast... so such could be expected, pushing back to her feet Lore clapped her hands together, shaking the dirt from them as she smoothed it over the front and back of the gray cloak. Knocking over the remaining dirt that settled there, her hands raised up fluffing out the edges of the hood on the cloak, trying to keep a low profile and away from as many people as possible. Though at the sense that someone was watching... or at the very least eying her, Lore went on strict guard, folding her hands within the confines of the cloak as she pulled at the corners across the front of her form. Lore didn't relay on weapons as a way of combat, too close meant touching and that was a very bad thing, though lucky she had learned that the gloves she wore could aid better then anything else.<br/><br/>Stepping forth, once more the Dekacian was carried on strings of Gravity, keeping a small half inch from the wilderness floor as she made her way to exit the other side of it. Uncertainty unraveled within her body, she wasn't to familiar with outside of the wilderness, only going to the other side when in need of supplies that she couldn't get within the wilds.Finally coming to the exit those eyes harbored in the gaze of a establishment... or a home? Cocking her head to the side she watched from afar as so many people seemed to travel right up to the place, enter and never come back out within the short time span that she stood there. Perhaps it was a establishment were the wary travelers went to... well Lore wasn't going to know any different until she moved up to the place and entered into it like everyone else, though the concern of how accepting these people/things are going to be to invite a Dekacian in. Living the long years she had... she was more careful around these peoples and things then perhaps was good for her.<br/><br/>Isolating her life to the dark wilderness and away from human/other things alike, companionship and friends were the things Lore held no concept over. So... like a creeper Lore neared the home, sliding along the outside of it like a wild child seeing first life among the dead. Think more along the lines of Tarzan meeting people for the first time... and that was the best way to describe the moment. Raising up to what windows she could, those eyes peered within, seeing small scenes unfold from different regions within the home... and others there was nothing, coming to the back of the home a break ensued her peeking, leaning back against the home as she closed her eyes. These people had to think she was insane to be randomly looking through their windows, though the conclusion she drew now... it wasn't a establishment... but that of someone's home. Well... break time was over, and once again Lore ensued her path to the other side of the house, doing the same as she had the other.<br/><br/>Coming to the front of the home, she stood gazing at the door panels as she debated... should she enter or should she....<br/><br/>Before the thought entered her mind, her form was in turn and starting to take a couple of steps away, though she paused as she sense of being here seemed so right, why? Why was that? Seemed as though a invisible string was tugging her back to the door in which case her hand slipped from under the cloak and knocked at the door. Well it was no better time then now to understand what she hid from... though the question had to be asked... how do you become friends with people or things you couldn't touch or be that close to?