(Sorry, this one is a little short as well >,>)

Anya

Anya shook her head at his nervous question, forming millions for her own in the back of her head. "I- No!" Anya said swiftly, still a little shocked that what came out of her mouth was actually from her. "I didn't mean that, I- it came nowhere." She saved her self as quickly as she could from that, but she still felt odd. "Apologies, thats not like me at all..." She murmured, "I promise." She finished with a small huff. "I didn't mean to... Scare you? Worry you? Make you nervous?" She wasn't sure if she had scared him, and if she had, she wanted to laugh. Not only was he a lot bigger than her in stature, but he was paranormal. She should be scared, and somewhere deep down she was. Just not enough.

She was slightly offended but the 'guilt trip' but he didn't know her personally so didn't take it to heart. "You think something like guilt that would impact on any decision someone like myself would have made about your death?" It wasn't a lie. She was always quite stubborn with everything she said, and death was certainly was no exception, at least she didn't think so. She had never actually decided on sentencing, but she had watched the king, prince, her brother, mother and queen do it, so she didn't think that she would be lenient. But it wasn't like she ever wanted to be in that position, she was normally too nice to take a life that wasn't hers. That was something she really didn't have on her bucket list. She hated taking things from people, and if she could help it, she would avoid it at all costs. A life was something she couldn't bear to strip someone of, no matter who they were or what they had done, whether that'd be good or bad.

Anya looked at her arm for another moment before shaking her head. "Now, how many times have you bitten someone in your sleep? I don't know very much about your kind, but is that normal?" She said as she slowly started spitting out questions. "And... Why are you so tall?" She looked him up and down, trying to figure out how tall exactly he was. Perhaps 6'6ft? Or even taller? It was strange to her, as the tallest person she had ever seen was 6'3ft. She knew because she asked. He seemed very proud of his height, but she would have felt strangely out of place. She was less than average, and being the highest head out of a sea of people was a scary prospect to her.

"Ah, yes, I can understand your caution." She looked more than thoughtful for a moment before she spoke up again, "You have every right to be. After all, you are on the wrong side, are you not? And that means that you are more likely to be quizzed and questioned. Someone whom can't hold their tongue will put pieces together and all of a sudden you're being hunted." She stood with her finger lightly on her lip as she spoke, as though she was trying to read his thoughts. The cold was starting to worsen as the moon reached its peak, although she tried hard not to show it. "Is that little story you had told earlier true?" OK. So she was suspicious. But who would blame her? She had only ever been out when she was young, and even then she only ever really knew a few people her age, but it was such a long time ago that she only remember a few facial features. And kids were mean. You couldn't trust any of them, and from what she had heard from her uncle and the maids, adults weren't too much different. And they had power, so rats+power=destruction.

Anya wasn't sure whether to be offend or take his word for it, but her reply was cold but truthful. "It's nothing to do with having a heart or not. It's how I- my family and I were raised. You have to follow through with a threat otherwise you get no respect. And is respect not important at a status like mine? If someone like you came along and tried to guilt trip a decision maker, it would never work, not if they were doing things right." Anya paused as she looked around the empty streets, hoping that no one had noticed her disappearance from the chambers, "That made no sense. But does you understand where I'm coming from? It's not that that process of thought is heartless, it's just that we don't feel the need to pity who's done us wrong. " She admitted, a slight look of embarrassment across her cheeks. She fumbled with her words, and now she looked stupid. Well done Anya, if anything, you should be taking pity on yourself.

Anya looked up to the sky, her head tilted ever so slightly as she searched for the moon, of what was balancing in it's place. "So the full moon triggers something? How does that work? If this is you being aggressive, then I should assume that you're a delight." She gave a wonky looking smile before pointing her dark brown gaze at the palace turrets, peaking over the small cottages. "I should have came out when it wasn't quite so 'hostile'" she said with a small chuckle. She let her gaze wander back to meet his view after a short moment as he set up his answer to her question. She really felt like a child, and it wan't something she enjoyed, feeling naive and unknowageble. Surely it was important for her to know about these sorts of things? Her enemy? The one she was sat quizzing? "I think you're the tallest person I've met. Ever. And if you're not quite as tall as you're royals..." God, I'd look like a shrimp next to them... "What's that mark for?" She had only just noticed it because she was following his eyes, but now she was hooked on it. "It's quite unfortunate, about your family. I can trace my lineage back centuries. It would be hard not to know where I cam from." A shallow smile appeared when he addressed her injury, but she could tell he felt bad about it. She felt odd, but other than that, she was mostly alright. "Like I stated, I'm sure that I'll live. It's just a little sore... Achy almost?" Anya neglected to note that her whole aura was off, because that most likely had nothing to do with it, simply adrenaline. "Thank your for your concern though."

Anya looked a little taken aback by his reaction, instantly looking a little more guarded again. Especially when she spotted his eyes start to twitch. She didn't want to anger him, nor did she mean to, it was the truth, however she knew the truth wasn't the kindest thing, but was just the way things were. "I didn't mean to offend you." She was still tense, like she was ready for the worst, waiting for an opening to redeem herself in the eyes of a stranger, "It works off of both. If you can't keep your word... Then how are you to be trusted? But we only conduct such punishments iin extreme situations. Our kingdom respect us for being able to keep out word, but fears for doing their wrong. As they should. But it's noy my decision. I often don't get involved in such situations unless I've been directly effected. And even in those situations, the offender isn't allowed to die, no matter how much they want for it." She tried to explain roughly but she ended up babbling on. It was then she felt thankful for the cool, fresh air swirling around her, as her cheeks slowly started reddening and becoming heated. She was contradicting herself. And she was stupid for it the ground rats even probably thought she was stupid for it. But when he reassured her that things could be changed, she looked a little more relaxed. He didn't look quite as angry any more, but he soon started trying to apologize, of what she tried to stop as soon as possible. "NO! It's fine! Sometimes we need a bit of a firm handling. It would go much further if you got that across to the king though."

Anya offered a small smile when he looked confused himself but let him go through what he had to say. "I don't know... I just assumed that being a werewolf yourself, you would know these sorts of things..." She paused before looking a little self stressed, "Now I want to know!" A small chuckled escaped her lips before she saw the worried look in his eyes. She tried to deter it by offering a shallow smile, "Does it take a lot of energy... To still be 'nice' right now for you?" Now that was a burning question that absolutely had to be answered. Anya still looked intrigued but tried to keep her quizzing to a minimum from now, "Strange? Not just for your kind, I can assure you that." She chuckled brightly in the form of a tease "I bet you have to duck- a lot." It was a tease, again, but she really had no other reaction, other than fear, but she just couldn't find it for him. She studied his mark curiously before nodding, "How does that work? Like a birth mark? I have he same one as my mother, though yours looks more like a tattoo." OK. So she failed her 'no questions' rule. "You can be free, but don't you want to know where you came from? Ancestors?" Anya knew she was never going to live a 'normal' life, just because of her brothers royal title, but little did she know that it was going to be even less so, "Traditions. You don't have to deal with family traditions." She stated as though it was a good thing, and in her eyes, it most certainly was. "Or major responsibilities. You know, I have to marry into whatever family my father chooses?" She complained childishly.

She gave him a small smile and hesitantly made her way over to him. She looked rigid at first, but she soon settled and rested, holding her aching arm in the other. She let her eyes look up into the distance as she spoke, her smile small but genuine. "If anything, I should be concerned about your comfort. Are you not cold?" Anya tilted her head slightly as she examined his bare chest, "I would give you your shirt back, but it's blood stained." She huffed with a small chuckle. She went quiet, unusually for her, but it was clear she was pondering something up. "I didn't think I got your name?" Maybe she did, she just couldn't remember, just not very well. "You can call me Anya." She knew she haddn't given him her own. "And what do you go by...?"