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[promoted_pawn]

[PM has been doing her best to avoid everyone this week. Her own looks and behavior scare her, and the last thing she has the patience for is discussion about her strange winged canid appearance.]

[But as experienced as she is with starving, she must eat something, and meat sounds so much more delicious than usual. So she's braved going outside for the hunt. And now, a goose in one hand, she's trying to hurry back to the necessities as quickly as possible.]

[[OOC: Sorry that this is kind of last-minute! I've been swamped elsewhere.]]

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[lime-skittle.livejournal.com]

[She didn't understand what had happened to her or why, but once the initial pain went away, Hiling learned to adapt. This new form gave her natural armor and weapons and strength she had never known before. There were others out there who had changed too, but now she could defend herself.

She looks out from her perch on the roof of a small residence: her territory. Picking up on movement, she peers down. The moment the intruder comes into view, she leaps down into her path.]

Hello there.

[promoted_pawn]

[PM jumps backwards, beating her wings once. She wasn't used to using them, so it does little more than put an extra foot or two between herself and the newcomer. She narrows her good eye suspiciously at the monstrous woman before her, though part of her ached with joy at seeing someone else with what looks like carapace--even if only temporarily.]

Greetings.

[lime-skittle.livejournal.com]

What have we here? Looks like dinner.

[Hiling eyes the goose. She had been thinking about going out and getting some food for herself, but why bother when it's been delivered to her personally? What distance PM put between them is left as she sizes her up.]

[promoted_pawn]

[Normally, she would be very pleased to share dinner. But not this time, when she feels mad and tired and so very hungry. PM bares her teeth.]

My dinner, you mean. I'm sure you can easily find one of your own.

[lime-skittle.livejournal.com]

[She takes a step forward, flexing her claws.] This is my territory you're invading. I'll take that as payment and allow you to leave in one piece.

[She was lonely, and yet afraid of anyone who might be out there. It was frustrating how those feelings conflicted and only agitated her more.]

[promoted_pawn]

[PM gestures with her arm stump toward the surrounding area.] Your territory? I didn't smell you on it.

Let me go, and I won't hurt you. [It's an earnest offer, and she really is afraid of hurting someone. With this feral aspect heating up her natural temper, even just trying to be polite feels like an unbearable denial. She would rather just leave and not cause any trouble, unless she absolutely had to.]

[lime-skittle.livejournal.com]

[She begins to circle around her. Whoever, and whatever she was, Hiling isn't going to let her get away. Any sudden movements and she will attack.]

It doesn't look like you're in any shape to be making threats.

[promoted_pawn]

Don't be foolish.

[PM isn't at all cowed by this, despite feeling horrible that she's been spotted. She beats her wings a few times--not to take flight, because that would just end in embarrassment, but to attempt to break out of the circle and give herself a moment to shift the goose to her mouth and pull out her sword.]

[lime-skittle.livejournal.com]

[As for weapons, Hiling had a gun back in the house, but it was made for human-shaped hands and she was unable to use it in her current form. She digs into the ground with her two frontal toes and narrows her eyes. Taking the drawing of the sword as an act of hostility, she lunges forward, claws bared. Those wings need to go.]

[promoted_pawn]

[Under normal circumstances, PM is very fast. Were this a true prototyping and not a mockery, she would be even faster. It would be better to run, or at least try to fly, but she needs to get some distance between them first.]

[The wings throw her off-balance. When she swings to both dodge and try to take Hiling's head, she will easily miss and try to overcompensate her stance.]

[lime-skittle.livejournal.com]

[Hand-to-hand combat really isn't something Hiling has any experience in, other than some knowledge of self-defense. She soon finds that it is different from piloting and intends to use every possible advantage she can. While PM regains her balance, Hiling moves into her blind spot to take a swipe at her.]

[promoted_pawn]

[The swipe is successful, but it only scratches her carapace, rather than drawing blood. PM flaps backwards a few times, doing her best to keep Hiling in view of her good eye.]

[She growls around the goose's neck. There is a big part of her that doesn't really want to fight, but that beastial instinct is screaming "mine!" It is hard not to listen to it.]

[lime-skittle.livejournal.com]

[Hiling does enjoy fighting, as long as things are going her way, and her transformation only seems to encourage it. She can feel her claws scratching a hard surface, similar to her own carapace, and that gives her a better idea of what she's up against. Trying to get as close as she can while avoiding the sword, she reaches out to grapple her.]

[action] This is what I get for not reading over what I did before

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

[You catch the eye of another]

Miss Mailwoman?

[action] Haha, it's okay!

[promoted_pawn]

[She stops short. She had at least been hoping no one would recognize her in this monstrous form. Then again, there really aren't that many people with carapace around here, dog heads or wings or missing arms aside.]

...Yukari.

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[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

[There are only so many all white people here]

Don't tell me you went near the cave.

[promoted_pawn]

[There is that, too. PM glances to the side, her ears folding slightly.]

I hadn't meant any harm, but I suppose my intent meant little.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Of course it doesn't. From my experience, such beings care little for intent, only results.

I confess you don't look that bad though.

[promoted_pawn]

"That bad"? [PM snorts, shifting uncomfortably in place.]

I don't care for it, I'm afraid.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Are you just more of a cat person?

[promoted_pawn]

I have nothing against Earth dogs or cats. But my reasons are really none of your business.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me you're being affected mentally now.

[promoted_pawn]

[She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it and turns her head away.]

I'm hungry.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

I'll leave you to your meal then.

[promoted_pawn]

[PM takes a few steps to pass Yukari, but slows to a hesitant stop.]

...I have been ignoring the Vine as much as possible. Is everyone alright?