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Lynus knew she was a werecat, but as she stalked towards him, he became uncertain of just how safe he was. She was tall, taller than the tallest in that smoke-filled tavern. Her slender form was only a facade for the enviable strength that lay deep within her, and every one of her kind. She still managed to maintain a human quality to her wardrobe, though Lynus knew most werecats to wear nothing but their fur and their weapons.
She wore black gauchos and a matching black tank top over her ghostly-white fur. That fur reminded him of some one, but the memory was distant and faded like a mist that slipped between his fingers every time he tried to grasp it. All along her arms, bracelets and bangles rattled together in a chorus of metal and jade.
Her ears rose up into two identical triangles that seemed to be twitching incessantly to catch the huddled whispers and hushed tones that inhabited the foul-smelling inn. Lynus himself began to twitch as she walked nonchalantly over to him. With a wary glance, Lynus looked down at her belt to see, with much relief, that she carried no weapon albeit what looked to be a white stick.
As the werecat sat down to the chair in front of Lynus, he caught a sanctimonious look in her amber eyes. She grinned a toothy smile, revealing her sizable fangs, each tooth naturally sharpened to a lethal point.