STREET RAT • joiner

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

The sound of something caused the woman to pause. Her croc skull covering her head and facial features, only her glowing eyes visible. Their was stress within her body and it showed from the intense heat that leaked out of her figure. Her steps left burnt imprints upon the ground as she pulled her rounded ears forward. The clicking of the beads in her braided mane gave her some semblance of comfort. She was trying to keep herself as calm as possible. Not fuel the fire that threatened to consume her since that awful raid on the Typhoon's island. A small limp was noticable in her back leg, a minor injury as she made her way toward the border. It was the direction that she had heard the voice come from that much was certain. Tilting her head slightly the tribal woman allowed her gaze to narrow slightly and she seemed to find the culprit that had called out. "Was it she who spoke?" Her tail lashed back and forth as she examined the rat.

This was not her first encounter with one and often times she played with them. Not really big enough for a full fledged meal. Slowly the king cheetah sat down and she inclined her skull covered head slightly. "There are many here. She is one of them. Does this one need something? She can call her Elsweyr. She has a name, yes?"