A young girl, though she was really more around 3,000 years old, walked up a small dirt path towards a rather large Tavern. She reached the door pushing it open she entered. Her black hooded cloak, draped about her shoulders, her hood still up. She glanced around the room slightly, everyone staring at her as she entered. She looked down at her black Elven boots, with her silver-blue eyes. As she made her way across the room towards a small corner, she crossed her arms across her chest on her cloak. She then turned her back to the dark, shadowed wall and leaned into it, almost disappearing as her back hit the connecting wall. She stood at the corner watching as the room went back to their merry words and tales. As she scanned the room, her silver-blue eyes locked on a young man walking towards her. Her eyes traveled away from him as he stopped in front of her. He was a young man, short blue hair, short blue bangs falling in front of bright sea-green eyes. His muscles were toned, and his skin was dark. His black vest stretched as he folded his arms and continued to stare at her. He stomped his black boot softly, trying to gain her attention. He unfolded his arms and placed his hands in the pockets of his sea-green pants. She finally turned her eyes back to him. "What do you want?" she asked, as she was getting very annoyed with his presence. She glared furiously at him, her silver-blue eyes scanning every feature of his face; wondering if he was scared of her now or just trying to annoy her; or maybe he liked her, liked the way she looked and commanded the room when she had walked in. He was slightly stunned by her viscous remark. "My names Kane," he said, extending his muscular hand. "And what might your name be, my lovely...." "Don't try to flatter me with your silly remarks. And besides," she said, scoffing, "my names of no importance to the likes of you." She then pushed passed him, and started to walk to another corner. He grabbed her arm before she had taken a step away. "I only want to talk." "Well, I don't want to." She tried to rip her arm from his grasp but he held strong. "And let go, before I make you, and that hand never touches anything again." She glared at him again as he stared back. ~~~~~~ Well what do you think? I just made it up now, i'm not sure if i want to finish it or not. I was just really bored. Draq