[ with the rain soaking people through to the skin, even with the protection of plastic to try and curb the effects, the smell of blood has been stronger as kisa walks through the streets on the rare occasion she's stepped outside. it's made things difficult; she's not exactly hiding that she's a vampire, but she's not advertising it, and so far it's been working for her.

that had to change eventually.

she hears the commotion as she's walking back to the train from the club she dances at, and she's careful to keep her footsteps light as she makes her way to the alley where the man has cornered a tall, pale woman who's also bearing the mark of a submissive. only he's very quickly gone from predator to prey, which is made evident when the woman throws him against the dumpster, raising him about a foot off the ground.

she's not stupid. she knows the attack was provoked; she'd come into the alley when she'd heard him starting to harass her and she's heard about the groups of gangsters cornering and robbing people. but there's something off about how the woman's fighting back; something she can recognize because she's done it, too. that kind of anger is as poisonous as it is cathartic, because whoever this is, they're not the person that you'd like to turn it on.

within moments she's caught up to them, pulling the man free of the woman's grasp only to hold him tight by the throat and roar in his face, her appearance having shifted into full culebra form. she hisses in his face before leaning in close. ]

Leave.

[ the man protests, trying to turn things around on her. kisa tightens her grip, letting her claws dig into and puncture the skin of his throat. ]

You're lying. Leave, or I'll throw you back to her. And if I hear you do this to anyone else, I'll tear out your throat.