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In the corners of her eyes she saw something move, but it frightened her. He was like a cat, but how could that be possible — Isn’t it dangerous for him, to walk around like that? She quickened her speed, since she didn’t want to be close to that.. Type of human.
She jumped a little when she noticed him, but she stopped dead in her tracks. “Do you want money?” Her voice was shaking slightly, taking a few steps backwards. Her small arms wrapped around her jacket, protecting her body with all she had.
"What are you?" The words just slipped out of her mouth, before she could stop them. Hell, she knew there was something different about him — He’s not a human, but he seems more like a cat. She looked around in the empty streets, thinking that he was in a gang or something that was close to a gang.
Fear. Of course she's scared. People who come across him at this time of night generally have the same reaction no matter how much he tries to hide his tail and ears. His eyes just can't be changed and sometimes it frustrates him. He's never hurt a soul minus when he and his friends had to break out of the facility they were being held at. He was pretty much harmless.
"No. I'm just trying to keep me and my family safe," Dallon responds, "Generally when people see shit they don't understand they pull out the pitchforks or stakes to burn whatever it is on. It doesn't matter what I am. I'm not trying to hurt you. I asked a simple question,"
