Snippet #2709566

"Most humans are just that, Mortal. Unlike a Tigris or Eagle, or both" She replied simply as if stating a fact, which was partly true. When he dug out rations and freshwater she held up a hand, as if asking for quiet, her ears twitched. Looking sharply towards Frank she took a step in his direction, her hand reaching outwards. Out of nowhere a body came flying into her hand. Pulled by the air; As if by magic.

As the mortal man landed in her outstratched hand by the neck, held off the ground a good foot and a half the woman stared the man in the face, "min arsullaha lak ?" She asked him, meaning 'who sent you ?'

"la turid 'an taerafa. quttatan ghabiatan!" the man replied, meaning 'wouldnt you like to know, stupid cat!'

The woman smirked, The man gurgled then as her claws stabbed through his throat, long silver claws all but seperated the head from the body as she then tossed asisde the dead.

She dusted off her hands then; "Why after me ? Because I may have either done one of two things, or both at once, insulted their master, or kill it. Infact now that I recall it I did do both because his bitch in command tried to kill me, I fought in self defense." The woman said. She stepped close to Frank, her hand now out to shake "Llady Hawkthorne, Lt, Guardians of Light. Who might you be, Mortal ?"