Snippet #1995270

Feral rubbed her temples in mock frustration. "Freshmen!" She yelled up to Kit, while shaking her head and holding out her hands. Then, she approached along side the girl, placing her arm around her shoulders and following her gaze. It was the kind of thing you would see a salesman do.

"Me, Bandit." She said slowly, pointing to her chest. "Senor, Fox." Then pointed to Kit. "And you're goddamn lucky you ran into us too. If we were Angels, oh boy." Feral drug her finger across her throat to mimic death. "They don't take kind to humans, imma 'fraid."

She slid her arm off the girls shoulders, "I'm a Tyuman, what do you mean? I don't know how I do it, I just do. Certainly you've seen a Tyuman before."

Feral listened intently as Leo talked, something she rarely did. He'd only been here for three days. Another outsider... She thought. What was going on in the outskirts that had all these outsiders rushing into the city? Most humans avoided the Tyuman at all cost. So whatever was out there had to be worse.

"Oh, and speaking of the undead bastards, we may have some company, I'd suggest you look behind you," Feral spun on her heels instantaneously. He was right. There was a flock of well over a dozen bastards slobbering and clambering their way. Do I fight or do I run? She could run no problem, just turn into a bird and fly. But she'd have to leave these two behind. Leo suggested entering into the Todd safe house and over taking it. "No. No. I can't go in there." Her brother's angry voice was already echoing in her head. To go into another gangs safe house or headquarters was almost the worst crime there was. Not to mention, Kit was up there watching them. So instead of doing anything, she just froze.