THE RAIN IS VISCOUS TONIGHT, IT CAME WITH TEETH & CLAWS TO TEAR AT EVERYTHING. her jacket is water logged & hanging loose, heavy from her arms. the drone of the holo’s & the sound of the rain have melded into one static hovering at the back of the mind of akane tsunemori. her senses have sharpened & the hound hovers just beneath the surface, waiting, seeting, its muscles bunched & ready to pounce on the scent of pray.
whisky eyes pivot , her expression is fiercely set, brows wrinkled in concentration, neon light only serves to highlight the dark shadows gathered beneath her eyes. “ so you’re the new enforcer . “
@feralot











