<div class="floatleft"><strong>Anna Lochlynn</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the gathering spot<br/>(http://i40.tinypic.com/jtvqdw.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Anna continued to watch the others, carefully trying to select who she should approach first. The return of the alpha caught her eye, and she cautiously watched as he placed himself beside one of the first. She chewed on her bottom lip, debating for some time before she let her legs carry her step by step.<em>Don't say anything stupid.</em>She told herself, but she knew the most he would probably do was shoo her off. It was obvious he wasn't interested in killing his kind. What was she suppose to say?<br/><br/>The closer she got, the more curious she was. He looked so young, though she knew he had to be hundreds, if not nearly thousands of years old. Michael had been nearly one hundred when he had met her, and he only looked to be twenty or so. When did wolves stop aging? She moved to his fire, sitting off to the side of him. Her hazel eyes looked at him for a moment.<br/><br/>"Quite the party..." She said finally, immediately mentally slapping herself in the face. "I um... Came all the way from Vermont when I heard you... at least, I think it was you." She said as she shifted her legs. "I lost my... maker? I don't know if that's what you guys call it. Sire sounds too much like something out of a Dracula movie."<em>Jesus fucking Christ, Anna. Just get to the point!</em>She sighed, "Anyways, I want to help. I've seen how hunters are... when my parents found me, when they saw what I was, they didn't even hesitate trying to kill me." She gritted her teeth some, her eyes serious as they turned to him, "They say we're monsters... But they are. They're monsters."