Luciran

*As I looked at the picture, I pulled my hood down right as I turned to the man behind me, my clothes drenched from the walk in the rain. I fold my ears back, sure that he must have confused me for someone else. the left side of my face is covered with a silk cloth and my hair- and I wear a glove on my left hand.. At first, I don't answer, before I turn to look at the picture of the other lady beside this strange man. I turn back to the strange, angry owner of the mansion* "I-I'm sorry, sir, I.. I think there's been a misunderstanding.. I.. I'm not.. I'm not who you think I am.." *I answer him, almost timidly as I rub my forearm. I look away, avoiding eye-contact as a sign of respect.* "I.. I don't even look like her." *I claim, despite us being mostly identical.. save for two things: my scars, and the fact that I'm a werewolf. Luckily, He can't see my scars.*

*I look into his eyes, noticing how they glimmer in the dim light- and their crimson hue. My eyes move to his lips, and I notice his large canines.. fangs? I widen my eyes, feeling my heart race as I look back into his eyes.* ".. I-I'm Ava.. and.. I.. I don't know who she is.." *I tell him, frozen in a mixture of fear and confusion as he casually questions me. I look away, and finally step back from his touch* "..I hide because I don't like remembering." *I answer his question, while I put my right hand over the scar hidden beneath my glove. I can't deny there is a certain familiarity in his scent for me, but I keep my guard up*