Hi, I'm auditiong for the part of... (Privite- Remi)

The lonely wolf stood quietly within the river that ran its course not too far from the old mansion. Though she had not been a feline for many a moon, she found herself with the urge to fish from time to time. It was, of course a rather peaceful and private business, perfect for the Skuller who had always been socially anxious. She tried her best but friends had never been her strong point which left her with very few though, admittedly, she didn't ever think she would know how to talk to them. But maybe, that could change.

The voice of another hit her and Rosencrantz head snapped around as quick as lightening. She had not expected anyone to follow her this far into the forest or at all, let alone speak to her. It was for this matter that she just stood still for a few moments, half scared out of her wits. "Remi..." The wolf sighed eventually when she realised who was standing there in the glaring sun light. A friend of Rangi's, that much she knew but other than that she was a stranger butt so was nearly everybody in the clan. The name that she was personally given was suitable, she supposed. Rosencrantz was honoured to be associated with Rangi, let alone his mate and she didn't mind being recognised as that. It wasnt like anyone should remeber her name anyway.

((Oh! Sorry! Completely forgot about that :S I'm sorry :S))

Rosencrantz power her head a little in embarrassment, realising that she had got her Skullmate's name wrong instead of just asking it. Little things could be as heavy as lead for Rose, she often took I'll feeling when there was no problem. But here it was quite clear and ovbious making the fact so much harder. Though she kept these thoughts bottled up within herself. "Rosencrantz..." She whispered, her voice fading quickly with increasing unease and shyness.

"Umm..." Rosencrantz hummed as she walked slowly from the river to the bank that Remelia was stood upon before deciding to go on, if she could. In truth she didn't think that there was much to say but it was worth a try she guessed. "I...umm...I don't know really..." She admitted, her voice so small and shy that she wouldn't be surprised if her Skullmate missed it. "I...like herbology...I used to be the clans doctor...but still...there's not much more...MMM...what about you?"

Rosencrstz had realised that Remelia was a vampire and that, with that, she came with a theist for blood but still it was rather odd anwser the wolf found, at least in her mind mind. But she soon shrugged it off in the knowledge that it took all sorts of people to make a world. "I'm sorry that I can't help you with that..." She murmured rather softly but nevertheless warmly in her attempt to offer some consolation. "Umm...well...He almost killed me...He didn't mesn to but he was playing around with a catapult and his rock landed near enough to me to knock me back and make me hit my head, but he helped me back to camp and we got talking...that was it really..."

It was rather strange to speak to someone like this, someone who seemed interested. There was Rangi of course and Lady but other than that friends were not her strong point. Nor was talking as a matter of fact. "Umm...11 moons...almost a year...but it doesn't seem that long..." The wolf said in her usual soft tone.

Rosencrantz shrugged her shoulders a little and thought back to remember her younger days. "Well, there was a lot more of us...and activity that's for sure...We lived on a pirate ship and were traditional...We had good fun, made good friends...Not too different from today really..."

"Well, it was very old and wrecked...You couldn't sail it but other than the whole in the side it was perfectly in tact....You used to be able to find lots of different treasures on board, there were always barrels someone hadn't looked in or a room someone hadn't explored..." She hummed, feeling a little nostalgic as she remembered all the good times that she used to have on that ancient vessel. But she looked up to the winged Skuller and smiled lightly. "What's it like to be a vampire, then?"

Striking fear into others...that was certainly something that the vampire did well. Watching the vampire it was hard to draw her eyes away from her fangs too much and when she did the rest of the feline's vampireish features stood out instead which were hardly easy to ignore. "Well, I guess it must come in useful in battle..." Rosencrantz commented though there wasn't much she could offer to remedy the sun as a problem but an understanding nod. The third anwser was a surprise though, she guessed that she had always thought that vampires would just get used to that sort of thing but nowerdays that might be seen as a stereotype. "I can't say I've spoken to many vampires before or drunk blood, so I'll take you word for it I suppose...Can you fly on those wings?"