Brianna
She could sense the stranger before he caught up to her. His aura was...intense? The sort of intensity that filled the air before the strike of lightning. A quiet sort of danger that made the hair stand up on the back of her neck.
Brianna didn't look at him as he spoke, his words caused her tail to lash in irritation. Was he patronizing her? He was! Oh, the nerve! The feline stopped in her tracks and stamped a bare foot indignantly on the ground, the claws of her toes digging in. Turning in a fluid motion to tell the stranger off as she took a sharp breath, finger pointed directly at him, she found herself face to face with his waist?
What. the. ever-loving. hell.
The gods truly had a strange sense of humor, because this had to be a joke.
Mouth open slightly, brows knit together, finger pointing directly at his abs, Brianna found herself blinking and at a complete loss for words. Mind reeling and feeling a bit like a fish, she huffed, set a hand on her hip, and collected herself before saying, "Isn't it a crime to be that tall? And how'd they let you in, since you're obviously as different as I am?" Swallowing the ire in her throat, the feline sighed and flipped her hair idly.
"Look, mister, I appreciate the concern and all, but I know human cities are bad news. But guess what? I need money to continue living, and who buys my pelts and wares? Humans." She met his steely blue gaze with her own--one silver eye and one gold--and found herself with a chill running down her spine; though it wasn't entirely unpleasant... "I just happened to have a lot of pelts. I needed to sell them, Estosa was the closest city. I've never been thrown out before."
Why was she explaining herself to him? She didn't need to justify herself to him!
"I don't need to justify myself to you, stranger," Brianna said quickly, rolling the crystal pendant at her throat between two fingers. "But thanks, I guess. For the concern, I mean. Us strange creatures gotta look out for each other, I guess." She averted her gaze back to the horizon as a distant rumble of thunder rolled across the grasslands. "I don't suppose you know of any shelter nearby," Again Brianna glanced up at the strange man. Without waiting for an answer she pulled the head of her jaguar-skin cloak over her head and fastened the clasp around her throat, "because I'd rather not get wet."
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