[u][b]Leta on the street[/u][/b]

 Leta walked into a village unsure of where she was even at. All she knew was she needed food. She was nearly out, and her stomach was complaining something fierce. She walked in a careful dignified matter, but she was limping slightly. She had gone without stopping for quite awhile now. She was on the run. The last village she was in had seen her wolf transformation, and ran her out. She hated when that happened, because most of the time she didn't even live as a demon. In fact her transformation time was extremely short. A strand of her dark hair flew in her face and she brushed it aside. Her hair was getting kind of greasy as well. Her clothes were dirty, and she wished she could just stay somewhere for a little while. She supposed she would just roam until she ran into someone who could point her towards food, a bath, and perhaps somewhere that would hire a swordswoman. She had skill with the two blades she carried, and knew she could be of service somewhere.