<strong>Rose</strong><br/><br/>There was a curl of the lip then a snarl, as Rose heard the voice, her ears continued to twitch as she tried to fathom where this voice was coming from. Her nostrils were flared too struggling to find a scent for the voice, she even let her eyes search the darkness. Desperate to understand that which was speaking such nonsense to her.<br/><br/>Yes Rose was a simple creature, not stupid but preferred the simplicity that she had always found in the wilds the natural order, the understanding of another without fine words and eloquence, a world without pretence. These words that were spoken for the most confused the Gangrel, she endeavoured to make some sense of them but it was difficult. Made worse by the fact she rarely spent time in society or with humans.<br/><br/>The fact that this kindred was unable catch the scent of or even see that which spoke brought more frustration. The snarl stopped but only for a moment as a low growl gathered in Rose’s chest. So deep in her chest is was a rumbling and intimidating sound, however, that was part of her front…<br/><br/>For the Gangrel was backing away from the voice, finally she did speak. “I not know …I not understand all the pretty words, they make no sense. They sound like ….like something with a bad mind.”  Of course a few of these words, a little of it made sense, but it hurt Rose’s head, or the truth be told made it spin.<br/><br/><br/>“I not do anything till it speaks right and shows itself.” She growled again. Though Rose was making ready to bolt, she understood there were creatures other than those she ‘understood,’ thus something that she could not fathom was thus a danger.<br/>