[center][color=ed1c24][b][h3]Haka-Mesuka[/h3][/b][/color][color=ed1c24][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Conscripts], [@Roccanironclad][/center]
[hr]
            The snowy wonderland blended wonderfully with the striking white of the Haka-born's fur and outfit, a pale woman trudging through the snow in a large abundance of equally pale coats. Mesuka had been alerted only a few days prior that she was to move to a new apartment on campus in order to make room for a new set of returning students. She had only been at Silverspell University a few weeks into her second year when her accommodations were reassigned; thus, she was to bunk with a new lot of magical students, permanently this time. As Mesuka reached the tall, steel gates of the university, she shifted her top-most fur coat to cover her freezing nose and mouth. The girl must have had atleast five layers of white wolf furs covering her body as she proceeded into the school; underneath all of them, however, was a mere pair of leather jeans and a white tank-top. A fang necklace and a pair of claw earrings were the only jewelry Mesuka wore. A belt wrapped itself around her waist, containing an assortment of oriental trinkets and wolf-tooth daggers to decorate her room with. The girl was like a walking U-Haul.

 As the Lycan made her way slowly into the warm halls of her university, Yukka unburied himself from the warm rolls of her fur.

[i][color=c4df9b]"Honestly, Mesuka, you look like a yeti. Please just wear the coat I provided you next time."[/color][/i], the familiar scolded.

[color=ed1c24][i]"Yukka, I'm bringing my furs here not only for clothing, but also to sleep in. I'm starting to move out, as you insisted."[/i][/color]

[color=c4df9b][i]"Mesuka, they give you sheets and a blanket there. You may make your other roommates uncomfortable with so many... Exotic items."[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]"So be it. Who are my roommates anyways?"[/i][/color], Mesuka questioned, putting the large tree frog into the palm of her hand in front of her.

Yukka hesitated for a moment, his quiet croaking filling the halls with a sort of white noise. [color=c4df9b][i]"The undead you met last year and... Another Lycan."[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]"Excuse me? I specifically put in a request that I should room NOT with another Lycan!"[/i][/color]

[color=c4df9b][i]"I know, I know. I tried to make sure that request was put through, but the administration really thinks he might be good at helping you adjust."[/i][/color]

[i][color=ed1c24]"He?"[/color][/i]
[hr]

            After apologizing to Yukka for yelling (his ears can get sensitive sometimes), Mesuka begrudgingly made her way up to her apartment, her long, snow white furs accompanying her the whole way up. Unlocking the apartment door, the Haka was greeted with the sight of both of her roommates unpacking and preparing their living quarters. [color=ed1c24][i]"Hello, Mortem. Nice to see you again."[/i][/color], the Lycan greeted as she past the skeleton, making her way to the last room available. Mesuka and Mortem had gotten off on a rather good start at the end of last school year, both of them turning into friendly acquaintances over discussing the curvature and use of hunting daggers. She suspected they may room together. She didn't even so much as look at her Lycan roommate, not yet; she wanted to prepare her room first.

            As she entered her room, Mesuka threw off her furs onto the wide bed, covering it in a mass of white. This, at least, would remind her of home. Sleeping on the fur of hunted wolves; it was nostalgic and comforting. Aside from that, Mesuka took of her belt of possessions and started displaying them around the room: A rolled up piece of Haka tapestry stuck to the wall, daggers displayed fiercely on the table, carved wooden models of wolves on the nightstand, etc. It looked like a primitive exhibit by the time Mesuka was done with it.
[hr]
            As the Haka-born stepped out of her newly-decorated room, she realized something; she was shivering. Her body did not accommodate cold very well when most of her life was spent in humid jungles, so she walked herself into the kitchen to make herself something to warm up.

            And there in the kitchen was [i]"he"[/i]; Ash. Putting away pots and pans. This was the first time she really had a good browse of him. He was handsome to the point that Mesuka disdained it; it was manipulative, those looks. He seemed tall and strong, a leader of sorts, and obviously, Mesuka was not thrilled by the concept of such leaders. Heading over to the sink, the Haka-born poured and boiled a cup of water with mint leaves in it for herself. She kept eye contact away from the fellow Lycan; she hoped he didn't talk to her.