Tiger eat Wolf... Or so I've heard.

[Leahlin]

The wind outside made today a bitter and cold one. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were in November? Though for this raven haired tigress, she was quite warm for her chiseled legs never got cold, or so she said. Every head turned as she walked into the Museum, as if she had some place better to be than this beautiful architect of intellect. Actually Leahlin, the girl, was actually excited to be here. Though she kept her chin up and set in defiance and even in her walk she oozed confidence. She walked right up to the information desk/cash register.

"Hi, a ticket for one," Leahlin's voice was soft and deadly like a purring tigress's. Succulent, seductive, and yet devilishly deceitful.

The startled portly, pimpled, college student behind the desk jumped at her smooth tones. He looked her up and down with obvious male approval. From her waist lenth hair, which the length was hidden as her hair was pulled into a sharp and perfect bun. A bun that took Leahlin only a few minutes to do. Her clothes which came from Pac Sun. A Billibong philip black dress, with a Kerra ribbed green long sleeved t-shirt underneath, a split heavy metal bag, black ankle high boots, she didn't recall the brand, and over course her kerra oversized green sunglasses. Yeah she was hot, and looked good for herself, in which she promptly said to put the boy back into his place, "Hey, I think you need to change your line of sight back to that computer screen and get me my ticket."

The startled boy jumped quickly out of his revere and got Leahlin her ticket, in which she slammed her money down, exact change and all, and snatched the ticket from the boy. She felt a small familar burning in her chest that told her she might just go to the medival weapon section of the Museum and see if a cross bow still worked. She finally let a grin slip on to her chapsticked lips, strawberry flavored, and it wasn't a pleasent grin. It was more like a smirk except with teeth bared.

Of course as she began to loose herself in all of the world's histories, she felt tension ease out of her muscles. Any time by herself sent Leahlin into shear relaxation and a Museum visit on a Thursday, her favorite day of the week, was just what she needed. A world crueller than her lay burried in the walls, structures, and paintings. Though only one moment in histroy she could think of reminded her of what was happening now. Holocaust. Leahlin walked quickly to the World War II section of the Museum and peered carefully at the labels and paintings.

A sadness touched her heart. She could relate to these people and yes, WWII was her favorite time in history to study. She wasn't as heartless as some thought though pretences and false facades were nessesary and needed in this world with no forgiveness and pride. Kill or be kill was a motto now. And boy was she living this day after day. With every cut throat word, and devilish tricks. This kick boxing tigress simply was one that would not go down for anyone, anything, or anybody.

She found herself staring at a picture of Hitler, with his arm raised and weasle like face watching the crowd as they cheered, "poor ignorant bastards, all brain washed fools...." This time she stayed and stared at Hitler feeling herself wish could go back and earse this moment in time. One she knew for certain, all of the testings durning this time might have contributed to the gene deformities all mutants, such as herself, carried. If only she could make peace in the world so she didn't have live at the estate of Rosewood, as a cursed and marked being. Her stare turned into a glare and the burning began again in her chest, pooling to her feet and to her head.

[wolf]

A groan drifted out of the handsome man's mouth, hinting all his frustration. It seemed that there was many things troubling this guy. First of all, he now stood blankly in front of the museum and with no clue as to why he was there. Of all places walking aimlessly could bring him, it just happened to be a boring, old museum! Wolf had never really liked museums. He found them to be nothing but houses to old ancient objects all covered with dust that people had already forgotten about. Thus, his attitude nothing but annoyed. Letting out a sigh, he took a couple steps towards the entrance of the museum. He might as well kill some time since he obviously wasn’t going to be finding what he happened to be looking for anytime soon.

As he approached te front desk, his brown eyes gazed around indifferently. Wolf figured that time didn’t even move in this place. At least, it felt like it didn’t to him. He glanced at the boy behind the front desk with an unhappy expression on his face. Without saying anything, he put the money down and waited patiently for the kid to had him the ticket. Once he received the ticket, he began venturing through the halls of the museum. Wolf didn’t pay attention to what he was looking at. Though he sometimes skimmed the information things, he didn’t really take the info into thought.

Wolf continued through what seemed like the Medieval Era of the museum. He didn’t bother not to touch things; in fact, he touched almost everything that could be touched. But mostly just because he was bored. Who would’ve known chasing after Krissy would’ve gotten him here in this museum?

[Leahlin]

All in all the raven haired beauty managed to wrench herself from the world war II era and managed to find herself in the Medieval Era. Now this was time when people were smart and dumb. Poetry and words that mocked the literature of today, yet wars and inquistitions that were down right barbaric and cruel. Yes, another cruel era. Though Leahlin had to hand it to some of the kings and queens of this time... they definantly knew how to force their kingdom to respect them. Iron clad rulings that made today look like a walk in the park. It would have been bad to give these people of the past weopons of mass destruction.

She walked a bit further looking at some torture device. Leahlin scruntched her nose with distaste.... 'Never mind weapons of mass distruction' she thought while looking at an image of the Crocodile tube. She then began to read aloud softly with her tiger purr voice, "'The crocodile tube wasn't common, but it was used to kill many infidels and thieves. The victim was fixed inside a tube just big enough for the victim's entrance. The tube, having crocodile teeth-like spikes, was slowly compressed leaving the victim totally immobilized. The torturer could only see his face and feet.With the help of carbon and fire underneath the tube, the torturer gradually heated the tube until he extracted a confession or killed the victim. The former was most common, as this is one of the cruelest and most painful tortures ever used on human beings....' and you wonder why people would be theives?"

With an inquisitive eyebrow raised, Leahlin turned she realized she wasn't alone. No, there was boy. He definantly wasn't a man because a man wouldn't walk around with greased up hair. Leahlin felt her stomach churn, how could one want to walk around with greased hair. Made her think he was dirty or never washed his hair. Disgusting. Though she never looked him in the face. In fact the only awknowledgement she gave to him was a small insignificant glance at him when she walked past.

Her chin parallel to the floor and every step placed in perfect confident steps. Heels were no problem for her, neither was round house kicking someone into a wall with them. Though Leahlin just walked around him like he was nothing and then started on the next exhibit. 'Ah I could live there...' she thought, completly forgetting the boy as she gaved longingly at a castle.