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         Amarette padded calmly behind the rabbit, head bowed, a mischievous grin painted on her lips. This was going well. She was here with the one that had started the riots, heading to where there must be more naturan, surely to preach about the uprising. There was no way this could go bad. It was sure to go wonderfully; they'd take control of the construction yard in a few days time, have a real holding to begin the revolution. The rabbit would lead them, and she'd be there as well, a trusted general, leading waves of naturan rebels against their oppressors.

As they grew closer to the construction yard, she sidled up closer to Connor's shoulder, fixing him with a warm gaze. "So, Mister Rioteer. Tell me all about what happened. I am just ever so curious to find out!" Batting her thick dark lashes, she tilted her head the way she'd practiced for months: mouth parted slightly into a pretty pout, head turned just so so that her skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, eyes fixated on him and only him. This very stare had worked on human after human after human, and had secured her a good place in their standings, along with many presents. But on a naturan, one of her own, it should work twice as well...shouldn't it?

Amarette's nose twitched, and her tail fluffed out as a certain scent met her senses. Something wasn't right. It smelled like gasoline, motor oil and blood. Working at bars had made her sure of one thing: that combination was never good. Dropping all pretense of being flirtatious and fell into animal mode, ears perked, nose sniffing the air to try and find the source. "Something is wrong here," she mumbled, and set into a sprint towards the yard, sharp eyes drifting over everything until eventually finding an unconscious naturan worker face down in the dirt. Panic crawled through her stomach. One of her own, her brother-in-arms, attacked in a place where he tries meekly to get by.

"Connor!" she called wildly, "Help! Quickly!"

         ((I heckied up, so sorry!!))