Night, Old City Streets, July 2005
Everything was out of control as the street girl ran, shouts behind her and guns firing, only prompting her to run faster despite her shoes threatening to fall off (as they have for a while really since being on the streets for two years) as brown eyes looked back. “Go away! Leave me alone!” she shouted, quickly turning down a corner and leaping onto a huge bin before flipping over the fence with the ease of someone who has lived on the streets and was a survivor, let alone her with her gifts as the uniformed men kept chasing her, trying to take her... Somewhere....
Panting she turned down another corner where she fought some others and looked back, only to trip on one of the bodies and scrapped her knee against the ground. “AAGGGHHH!” she cried out in pain, the fabric tearing with little resistance and thus ripping off the skin of her left knee and some of her leg. The girl twisting her leg around to try to stand up, she had to keep going!
She stopped though as she began to limp, seeing a figure (~Female...... Older........ Unknown.... Friend or foe?~ came the other voice in her head in it’s usual rough sound, translating in her own mind) in front of her and some light hit her features. She had a sweet face, but her clothes were tatty, ripped and she was in poor shape, very thin muscles on her bones from barely having enough food to survive each day and now blood seeping down her leg. Then there were her eyes.
On the surface they were a heart warming brown, but with her pain and somewhat being in the dark, they flashed a feline like green. For, from what little was found out a bout her, she could shift into some sort of feline creature. But she had been tricky to track and now the Cabal were after her, but she played the innocent card well enough as she trembled.
