(I'd like to join.)<br/><br/>Name: Lyla<br/>Species: Human<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Age: 24<br/>Size: 5'5<br/>Appearance:  Pale-skinned, jet-black slightly wavy shoulder length hair.  She has milky periwinkle eyes and a solemn sort of demeanor.  Wears a blue t-shirt, black jacket, and black cargo pants.<br/>Preference: Prey<br/><br/>Lyla's eyes darted about as she slowly made her way around the brush near the riverbank.  "Damn it."  Her glossy black hair dangled over her eyes as she traipsed forward, and every now and then she moved to brush it back.  She'd been traveling for days here and still hadn't made it to the other side.  "Damn it, damn it, damn it."  She knew by now she was lost in this place.  There was a stream of water running into a little creek, from which she drank tentatively, but the river beyond was hidden by some trees.  She could hear the rush of water and - she listened close - she thought voices.