(not necessarliy weird in the way that people think others are when they do strange stuff but more of a mythical weird where the things that happen seem unnatural)
Kat: -goes back to butcher shop and walks in- Hey I have your letter. -looks at him, sighs- Come on. -helps him up and onto a chair, looks at his cuts-
Thanks Name: izzy Age: 198 Werewolf Peasant Looks: long wavy black hair and green eyes, skinny and small/ turns into a silver wolf Personality: timid and shy but strong, likes to look from a far and runs alot in wolf form. (can I join?)
Kat: -sets her bag down, gets a clean towel and wets it- That was a little intense... I'm sorry about your fiancé.. -cleans blood off a cut on his hand gently-