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Mathias had no idea how he had gotten here.

The young wolpertinger had been walking along the halls of Amity, eyes carefully averted as usual to keep himself from making eye contact with any trouble makers (also known as ghouls). There was a slight skip in his step, combined with an upturning of his lips that had never been present before. He was feeling quite different, lately, like his life had just taken a slight shift but most definitely one for the better.

With his inability to look up and watch properly where he was going, however, he found himself soon ducking into what was a completely unfamiliar hallway. All sounds of students traipsing through hallways, chatting, laughing, died out behind him and his ears twitched back as he looked up to find himself quite alone in an area he was certain he had never been to before.

Frowning, he had thought for a moment about going back, but something inside of him spurned him onward, a curious part that wanted to see just what was at the end of this hallway. A door, apparently, but one that when he opened, led to a place he had most definitely never been to before.

He let the door slide off of clawed fingers as he stepped over the threshold and into the world beyond. Trees, dead and clawing up towards the sky were what had first greeted his gaze, but beyond that was where his eyes rested, on a house, old and dilapidated. Something about it was just as enticing as the curiosity that had led him to these grounds to begin with, and he followed what he saw, until he was through the tree's and into the clearing beyond, gaze lifting in wonder.

"Unglaublich!" He exclaimed, ears folding back and eyes widening, all the while completely unaware that he was not quite alone.

Crouching down slowly in front of the house, Mathias was already making small, crawling jumps towards it, head lifting higher as he sniffed at the air, nose wiggling, and a clawed finger lifting to scratch at one of his side burns as he contemplated exactly what he was seeing. The air itself smelled quite differently then that of the grounds of Amity, and that was enough to make him suddenly wary of his situation. But more then that was another scent in the air, something completely unfamiliar. It accosted his nostrils and wrinkled up his nose as he frowned, and just as he was about to turn towards where the smell was coming from, a voice called out instead.

A very feminine voice. He instinctively ducked his head down and fixated his gaze firmly on the ground. From his crouched position, he looked very much like a small, shy, submissive, rabbit like creature.

"Hallo. Everything is being fine!" He called back, slowly straightening up from his position. "Vas just finding self bit lost. Is not Amityville, here. Is not anyvhere I have been seeing before." He swallowed a little, the scent now that he had turned towards where the ghoul was located stronger now, and while the wolpertinger might have often boasted his own strength and courage, this incredibly new and foreign place with it's strange smells had him quite quickly on edge.

"Is this your home? If so am sorry for intrusion. Vill be going back promptly."

Mathias was more then prepared to bolt. The utter tenseness in his stance suggested that he could do so at any moment, though his ears swiveled forward as the ghoul spoke, and while he was keeping his eyes somewhere off to the side of where she stood, he was slowly beginning to move his gaze closer towards her, but down, focusing on her legs, on the hem of a white jacket....

"Nein! No! No harm!" He suddenly found himself blushing as well when she apologized to him, a pink that brightened his cheeks as well as flushing his ears, when it was quite obvious that she had been here first. His head began to raise slowly, just slightly, enough to see her waist, but no higher. With the head movement, however, he would have quite easily revealed the long, protruding fangs that went nearly down to his chin, and the dark, blood red of his eyes, with narrow, cat like pupils. It would have been more obvious at that point that he wasn't just a rabbit, and if the proof wasn't all over his face, then the wings that rustled up nervously at his back would have been a dead give away.

"See, ve are both vishing no harm then." He began to relax slightly, but that smell. She was not of Halloween, that much he was certain.

"Please be excusing for forvard questioning but...vut is it that you are?"

The ghoul's words shocked Mathias. Even though the young wolpertinger loved to fight, often reveling in the exhilaration of it all, he would never just straight out attack without first talking, without first agreeing that a battle should happen. It was just not his way. And though he had his issues with ghouls, and would happily avoid them if he could, it was never an excuse to be used to physically harm them. Though, if she had attacked him without cause, well then, that would have been a different matter entirely.

"Vould fight if you if you vere to be asking for vun." He was frowning when he said it. "But vould not be attacking vhen you do not seem to be vanting to cause harm." That made sense, right?

She went on to explain what she was, and the answer she gave him was actually more shocking then what she had said before, and Mathias's eyes widened even more. "A..a human? But...But how is possible?" His eyes could at least see that she was patting the bench next to her, and she was offering him a chance to sit down beside her. Hesitantly, he took a couple of steps forward, booted feet scuffing against the ground.

"Oh um, am Mathias. Am ein Volpertinger." He introduced himself, stopping while he was still a few feet away.

"Ve are not in Halloveen, then. Am I in human vorld somehow?" Of course he had already pretty much figured that out, though she had called this place the haunted house. "Or you vould be uh..how to vord....Blowing up?" That's what happened when humans entered Halloween, right? Was that not what he'd been taught?

German? That was a word he wasn't quite familiar with. He was aware that his own language was different then some others, that some spoke it and some did not, that he had to learn a new language to be able to communicate with others in school but...he had never given how he spoke a name before.

"Yes, Volpertinger." He confirmed with a small nod of his head. Hesitating slightly, he moved even closer to the bench she sat on, stopping when his clawed hand could rest on it, still not raising his eyes to meet hers.

"Research? Like vith books and libarary?" It was surprising to him to find out that human's would have any information on his own kind. "Is pleasure to be meeting you, Solia." He tapped a claw against the bench, frowning to himself as she continued to speak.

"Fighting is fun for me, for my kind. Ve fight to prove ourselves, to show our strength. Ve fight for place in pack. I am...not best fighter. Vas alvays too small." Still was, really. "But is still very enjoyable for me. Am most having fun vhen sparring or fighting vith others."

She slipped to the ground all of a sudden, bringing her face into view of his eyes before he knew what was happening. His body, for one brief moment, went completely rigid with surprise.

And then, quite abruptly, relaxed, as he melted to the ground next to her, gazing at her face in wonder. She spoke, and held up her hand, and he barely heard what she said, though he reached out to touch his hand against hers as she intended for him to to do. Some of what she had to say at that moment seemed awfully important. Lack of Fear. Falling ill. But...

"...You are most beautiful." He sighed.

She was still talking. Quite a lot in fact, but Mathias was finding it exceedingly difficult to listen. He was distracted, struck by her beautiful female looks, her pretty eyes, the way she was running her fingers over his. His ears had completely wilted, and a dopey smile had spread across his face.

But one thing she said did stand out, and his look changed to one of horror for just a moment. "Oh. Oh vould never be killing! Not you! Vould do anything you are vishing but could not do that!" His words were hurried, with an anxious edge to them. "Vould not fight vith either." He finished, with a small shake of his head, before going back to admiring her, moving in closer, staring at her with rapt attention.

Her hand dropped away, and there was a fleeting sadness within him.

"But are very beautiful. Am meaning it! And not stupid, either. Are smart, very much smart. If needing help, vith anything, vill be happily giving."

Her voice rang like a thousand sweet bells, a most beloved sound, words falling from her delicate mouth and blessing his over sized ears with their sweetness.

"Are too kind." He mumbled, softly, his cheeks still stained red from his both his embarrassment and his desire to do anything that the ghoul would wish of him in order for him to make her happy. When she pulled away again, he felt as if he had done something wrong, and a stricken look crossed his face.

But when she explained, that today was not the day that she would need him, but another day instead, he felt better. "Of course, any time you are needing me, just be finding and vill help. Of course." He reassured her, his words hurried and tinged with anxiety. "Vill be friend also. Vill be most happily your friend. Do not be vorrying about me. Am not needing protecting." From what would he need to be protected? He was not afraid of anything.

She stood up, and he followed, springing to his full height of 4'8" (minus the ears and antlers). "Friends." He agreed, with a rapid nodding of his head, and then....

"But vhy secret?"