While not a fighter herself, Yurine is, at least, no stranger to watching without being seen. She feels better in a city, even if it's not hers and barely big enough to even be called a village. She isn't a performer, however, so that leaves either standing around and doing nothing or looking for a killer.
She knows what she'd rather be doing.
She doesn't exactly blend in, what with her white hair and her tail poking out of her skirt, but she is quiet, and humans don't typically notice her, anyway. She's not concerned about being caught, even if she probably should be. This isn't Shinjuku and things probably work differently, but she's too stubborn, perhaps. Or too old.
She's managed to find a stranger, wandering the dark streets alone and seemingly unaware that they're being watched. She's keeping a careful eye on them, close enough to see what they're doing, far enough to make a quick escape if she needs to.
If only she had a bodyguard.
A Purr-fect Afternoon
[A small, white cat is wandering her way around the train, poking her nose into whatever cars will let her in, occasionally seating herself in the middle of a walkway and just watching the people moving around the train, her tail twitching back and forth, seemingly oblivious to how much she is in the way.
At other times, she's positioned herself in a comfortable little nook, curled herself into a ball, and silently judges the other passengers from out of the way in her perch.
Yurine/Shinjuku | Karas | OTA
While not a fighter herself, Yurine is, at least, no stranger to watching without being seen. She feels better in a city, even if it's not hers and barely big enough to even be called a village. She isn't a performer, however, so that leaves either standing around and doing nothing or looking for a killer.
She knows what she'd rather be doing.
She doesn't exactly blend in, what with her white hair and her tail poking out of her skirt, but she is quiet, and humans don't typically notice her, anyway. She's not concerned about being caught, even if she probably should be. This isn't Shinjuku and things probably work differently, but she's too stubborn, perhaps. Or too old.
She's managed to find a stranger, wandering the dark streets alone and seemingly unaware that they're being watched. She's keeping a careful eye on them, close enough to see what they're doing, far enough to make a quick escape if she needs to.
If only she had a bodyguard.
A Purr-fect Afternoon
[A small, white cat is wandering her way around the train, poking her nose into whatever cars will let her in, occasionally seating herself in the middle of a walkway and just watching the people moving around the train, her tail twitching back and forth, seemingly oblivious to how much she is in the way.
At other times, she's positioned herself in a comfortable little nook, curled herself into a ball, and silently judges the other passengers from out of the way in her perch.
This is all very strange.]