~She smiled a little and walked a step closer~ No..you're someone..you have a name that you're scared to tell me...and you are cute...they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder you know ~She tilted her head to one side, her red hair falling over her shoulder~

"Heh... who knew my Mother's words would haunt me like this.... Thanks for your confidence though. Mind if maybe I walk you home? I know it seems a bit weird but you have been really nice and I really want to pay you back somehow. Plus I really don't trust the streets. If I had a car maybe I would... but until then.... heh no way in hell. So would you mind? I'll tell you my name if you say yes." Raz would grin just realizing he found one of the few nice things to exist in over seven centuries. It was relieving and just sent a small chill up your spine like a song that hits you straight in the heart.

~A smile washed over her face at his concern and she nodded lightly, thumbs hooking in the straps of the backpack~ Sure...you can walk me home ~She turned to start walking although listening for him to fulfill his promise of a name~

He would follow her happily, noting her desire to know his name. It tickled him a bit, knowing someone must know his name. "It's Raziel." He'd smile greatly and start to walk next to her.

~She smiled warmly~ Raziel huh? that's a nice name...not like everyone else..

(post next in residential)

It wasn't something you saw every day, especially not in the city where such creatures were myths to everything but the suburbs on the outskirts of city limits. Her presence was first announced by the rustling of bushes that lined the path but as dainty black soaked paws were carrying a dainty body of flames and snow free of the underbrush it'd startled passerby's. But what was even more startling...was the collar and tags that hung stark against white chest, add the tennis ball within delicate jaws...would have people questioning whether or not she was related to her wild brethren or a product of designer domesticated breeding. The moment she was free of the clinging limbs she was giving herself a good shake smoothing mussed coat before dainty paws were picking up a ground eating trot along the path. A fox on a mission...to be played with.

Raz would chuckle and shake his head, getting a small glimps of the fox before leaving the park, giving a relaxed smile. Who knew such a creature associated with beautiful myth and legend could make him feel so happy and zen.

(Exit to residential)