The paranoid thief in Cimri wanted to close every door and every window, then insist on sitting in the most windowless corner for this discussion, but the woman in charge had apparently decided to do things differently. Given that she was sharp enough to detect Cim's light fingers, the shifter had ...

It was a huge relief, and something of a surprise, to see how quickly the other girl could climb. She was still slow, but Cimri kept pace behind her on the off-chance that she lost her grip. The girl reached the top and actually extended a hand down in Cimri's direction, startling her as a thumb ...

"Duh, it has to end somewhere. But where ? There's about a billion backstreets in this hellhole, and a lot of them double back on each other." The other girl seemed oddly calm, but Cimri couldn't shake the feeling that she hadn't shaken their new friends.

She finally found what she'd been looking ...

"That is where what I need is." Her alert senses noted the rapid dissipation of the other girl's accent, but it didn't strike her as immediately important. She glanced up at the structure as they strolled by before speeding back up.

Cimri's eyes flashed golden as the words sank in. That was a ...

Sorry I was gone so long.

Cimri had never had to kill before. Not a person. She'd crossed a lot of moral lines before, sometimes even gleefully, but she'd never taken another life outside of a hunt. Fighting the nausea of hungering for a human's blood, she wiped her arm off on the fallen man's clothes. She felt no remorse ...

*pokes Theo with a stick* It's been a week. Do we skip him?

The shifter had no idea what the heck the blind girl had just thrown towards the shadowy figures encroaching, but out of necessity, she decided to trust it. With a low snarl, Cimri rushed towards the lone figure blocking their escape, tugging the other girl's hand once and pleasantly surprised that ...

A part of Cimri's brain found it interesting that instead of looking at her hand and grabbing it, the other girl waved her own around until she smacked into Cim's arm. The more detached and intelligent part of her brain was too busy watching shadows creeping closer. Especially the small one. That ...

The words grabbed at Cimri. She couldn't take from this girl. It went against her code. What she had of a code, anyway. Options, options, what do I do? Leaving was a very attractive possibility. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw some of her competitors encroaching. Attractive, but no longer a ...

*huggles Moderator Nia back* ... *and wins the Unobservancy Award again*

Cimri is a 16. I used a rough impression of my looks to create the basic format of her look because the short hairstyle suits her personality.

Direidi is a 15. Yay for not even knowing how to fight.

Cimri trailed out of the bar, trying not to walk any closer to the girl than she had to. Groups draw attention. Between the threat hanging over her head, having the other two behind her back, and her normal wariness while on the streets, she felt like the skin on her back was crawling with little ...

When you're raised to be a criminal, you learn early not to feel remorse for taking from others. When your parents are brutally murdered, it teaches you not to feel compassion or trust. When you're wandering the streets of Shantytown, you'd have to be a fucking idiot to show vulnerability or let ...

Yeah, I have to agree that even the best of us should reread that now and again just to keep from slipping.


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