The soft fur of his tail ran along her bare stomach as she settled down. Back and forth it slid slowly, brushing some of the dirt off of her that the forest and ground had placed upon her. At the sound of a gentle sigh slipping from her lips, she could feel his hand press against her lower back.<br/><br/>"Come on. It looks safe for the moment. We'll be in and out, and on our way." Shenyo was used to travel without food or rest. Whether he was hunting or being hunted, a world before vampires wasn't much safer for one that looked as he did. The only difference was who wanted his head, and the strength of his enemies. Though before he never would have considered killing a king, the moral high grounds of killing the vampires seemed much more appealing on a personal level.<br/><br/>Tucking his ears down tight against his head Shenyo slipped back down the slope, tail pulling on her a few times before slipping around his own waist like a fuzzy belt. With a worn Lydia in tow they walked side by side down the road attempting to not look too suspicious. Lydia's clothes were now so dirty that she fit right in with the commoners, and as Shenyo's cloak was the only thing he had in his possession he too fit in so long as he kept it tight enough around his body to not expose himself.<br/><br/>The outskirts of the village were littered with decent sized homes made of log and stone, the logs most likely coming from the nearby forest if where they stood hadn't been a forest originally. As they made their way inward to the main streets the houses became nicer, but in the end it all looked poor. Though the vampires after them hadn't yet been here, this village was certainly under their control. The younger generations could still find joy, as those playing just outside the village, but for the most part even Lydia could see a constant fear in the eyes of those the passed, a weariness in their bones. People would be taken without warning or care. Those who fought would be taken as well, not that they ever had a chance with make-shift weapons made from farmer's tools.<br/><br/>"There, a tailor. He's bound to have something for us." Shenyo gestured to a sign across the street. As they approached they found the windows boarded up, some boards barely hanging on. Inside the room was a mess. Hangers and clothes littered the floor. As they explored they found a bloodstain on the counter, where quite a lot of blood had been spilled. "Was this even vampires?" Shenyo asked softly, running his hand over the dried blood. "We'll just take what we can then. No need to steal this way." It wasn't clear what Shenyo's original plan had been if the tailor had been alive and well, but something told Lydia the tailor would not have been happy with the result anyway.