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Thank goodness, Feronia took the bait, though Kitten didn't quite like the look on her face as she did so. More like someone who knew exactly why she'd changed the subject and wouldn't let it go that easily than someone gushing over their dream job. Was worth a try at least, and hearing about Feronia's working life was nice. Really nice, actually. And then it was over and Feronia was pushing the uncomfortable questions, followed by something she really didn't expect: pity. That set something off deep in Kitten's chest, where too many memories lived. She'd begged, she'd performed on the street, but she'd never liked being looked down on, seen as someone unfortunate or some garbage like that. And from Feronia, of all people, that made it all worse. "I don't need your help," she growled at the other girl. "And if you think for one fire-blackened second that I'm going to-"
She was interrupted by the sound of the window exploding inward, shards of glass and wood flying across the room. Following those was a hulking grey blur, which surged toward Kitten. The Kitsune swung her hands toward the incoming threat, the motion obviously reflexive from the panic on her face. A surge of heat through the room and the creature was staggering backwards into another creature, this one more lightly built. They'd found her. And they had the absolute worst timing. A glance at Feronia's panicking face was all it took for Kitten to make her decision, her girlfriend would have been up and in the fray about a second ago. So she needed to keep the less experienced girl safe. Telling her to run would be useless, escape was a no-brainer. But these things were fast enough to catch them and there would be too many other casualties downstairs, so that meant... Kitten rushed forward toward the larger creature, mentally preparing another spell and slapping the thing on its front before dodging back out of the range of its claws. A sigil the color of embers flickered to life where she'd made contact. She could keep it occupied long enough for this spell to work, then take down the hunter. Hopefully they wouldn't decide that Feronia was a worthwhile target...
Thank goodness, Feronia took the bait, though Kitten didn't quite like the look on her face as she did so. More like someone who knew exactly why she'd changed the subject and wouldn't let it go that easily than someone gushing over their dream job. Was worth a try at least, and hearing about Feronia's working life was nice. Really nice, actually. And then it was over and Feronia was pushing the uncomfortable questions, followed by something she really didn't expect: pity. That set something off deep in Kitten's chest, where too many memories lived. She'd begged, she'd performed on the street, but she'd never liked being looked down on, seen as someone unfortunate or some garbage like that. And from Feronia, of all people, that made it all worse. "I don't need your help," she growled at the other girl. "And if you think for one fire-blackened second that I'm going to-"
She was interrupted by the sound of the window exploding inward, shards of glass and wood flying across the room. Following those was a hulking grey blur, which surged toward Kitten. The Kitsune swung her hands toward the incoming threat, the motion obviously reflexive from the panic on her face. A surge of heat through the room and the creature was staggering backwards into another creature, this one more lightly built. They'd found her. And they had the absolute worst timing. A glance at Feronia's panicking face was all it took for Kitten to make her decision, her girlfriend would have been up and in the fray about a second ago. So she needed to keep the less experienced girl safe. Telling her to run would be useless, escape was a no-brainer. But these things were fast enough to catch them and there would be too many other casualties downstairs, so that meant... Kitten rushed forward toward the larger creature, mentally preparing another spell and slapping the thing on its front before dodging back out of the range of its claws. A sigil the color of embers flickered to life where she'd made contact. She could keep it occupied long enough for this spell to work, then take down the hunter. Hopefully they wouldn't decide that Feronia was a worthwhile target...