<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww210/Goayne/Female%20RPCs/Onihime.jpg">Shiro</a></div><br/><br/>Crimson eyes stared on into the fire as the smell of cooking meat wafted up to her nose causing her to salivate in anticipation of the meal to come.  Looking around at the those laying on the floor of the enclave, she gave them her silent thanks.  They had prepared the fire and caught the meat and for that she appreciated them.  But upon seeing her all they could see were her horns and greater size.  Thinking on it, she frowned.  It was that way wherever she went.  Humans would see her for what she was before who she was.  They would brandish their weapons against her and then complain when she cut them down.  She did not violence but how else was she supposed to defend herself?  It had been no different here.  The lifeless bodies strewn about on the floor was testament to that.  Just once she would like to meet a human who didn't scream when they saw her.  How refreshing would that be?