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[foolmethrice]

There is a girl in the desert

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[mysolarsailpwns]

Jim has an unusually high level of aggression these days, and the best way to burn it off is to go flying.

Which is hell on his batteries, but exceptions must be made for heartbreak.

So he's the first to see something moving out in the desert, flying just below the cloudlevel (it gives him a rush), and kick his engine up to go inspect it.

Could be distracting.

[foolmethrice]

Depends on your definition of distracting.

The wind is ripping her hair around her face so hard that it stings. It's cold.

She stares at the flying boy above her without blinking.

[mysolarsailpwns]

Jim circles, and stares.

It's a girl. Inna dress.

With claws. Bloody claws.

And the sand beneath her appears to be smoking.

How weird is that?

[foolmethrice]

Well, he's flying. That's weird too.

She stares at him, and only a very skilled observer could see the slight flinch at one bone cracking into another as it heals.

[vampindy]

And there is a man, jogging towards her, his hair flowing in the wind. He wasn't heading right towards her, just running, until he scented blood. Always worth a check.

He pauses,a good fifteen feet away, sniffing at the air, getting her scent.

"Nice claws."

[foolmethrice]

She looks at him, her lips pursed, silent.

His scent is dangerous but it's not directed at her, so she stands her ground, barely feeling the broken bones in her arms shifting together and forming sinew.

[vampindy]

He crosses his arms, watching her. She smells... Interesting. And his sunglass covered gaze focuses on her arm, watching it.

"Interestin."

She doesn't smell like any kind of supernatural, but such quick healing...

[foolmethrice]

He can probably smell the blood all over her. Some of it is hers, and some of it isn't. There's a large gash in the middle of her stomach, but it's (slowly) beginning to weave itself closed. The dress is black, so it's hard to tell.

She doesn't say a word.