What were they expecting to happen? The female patter her wet hair as she thought back to the news. Were they actually expecting these new creatures to sit back like pebbles? It was almost funny how careless some people were towards a new species-nothing but invasive. She landed herself on the black leather couch, slinging her towel across the arm of the chair.
Her paw reached out on to the coffee table where she retrieved a small nail filer and began to get rid of the extra kinks and nicks in her claws. Her television in front of her flickered on, her eyes narrowed allowing the call to be accessed through the screen. A black silhouette appeared with a call timer at the bottom. “Yes Vergan dear,” she purred almost sarcastically.
“Last night's news was not the only report of the assumed nephilim attack. It seems Zagura and a few of the other men have disappeared after they delivered the cache yesterday. I haven't been able to get in contact with any of them,”she shook her head at the news a frown already replacing her charming playful features, rather than a nephilim attack the first thing that half felin'es thought was that they had stolen from her. What better way to get away with free high quality weapons than to base it off an attack and then ship themselves to another area. If they thought she was that stupid then they needed a new job.
With a sigh she tossed the filer behind her. “What a pain,” she spat. “Vergan I want you to get your men and search the outer areas, near the forest. Their probably smuggling the goods somewhere.” The silhouette nodded without hesitation which was not surprising. The minion was a smart one and loyal. He knew what she wanted.
The screen flickered off at the snap of her claws. There would be serious teachings to be made if she really did find them alive and well in her city. They might need more prayers. Flinging her robe off she entered the next room where her wardrobe sat and her whip ready to strangle someone.