You walk into a clearing and notice a girl laying in the middle of a field, she hears you arrive but she doesn't move. "Do you need anything?" She asks as she sits up to look at you. "Do you know anyone who is in need of a pet?" She asked, her brown eyes watching you. "Preferably a female." She added softly. "My name is Emerence,  but you can call me Emery. I'm an eighteen year old shifter, but I have no family." You can see black vines tattooed on both of her arms, noticing where your gaze is she quickly pulls her sleeves down and looks away from you.


A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it songs because it has a song. ~ Maya Angelou

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. ~ Maya Angelou