Don't mistake my kindness for weakness
Don't mistake survival for forgiveness
Don't mistake mercy for forgiveness
I am the dog that forever bites back
Forever on attack, watching my back
I am the dog that forever bite back
Forever on attack, watching my back
Don't mistake survival for forgiveness
Don't mistake mercy for forgiveness
I am the dog that forever bites back
Forever on attack, watching my back
I am the dog that forever bite back
Forever on attack, watching my back
Sharp eyes moved restlessly across the scummy bar, the lowly slim which filled the seats and drank away their daily troubles. Her pale skin looked almost sickly in the dim lighting, dark hair made to look all the darker as the dreads hung down, brshing over shoulders and back. Her top, or what was passing as such for the moment, was naught but a scrap of cloth tied over her bust and then shoulders to support it, a worn black hue that looked well-traveled. Her leggings were in better shape, and resembled real clothing more closely, leather leggings that fit her lean form, clinging to the toned length of her legs. A belt at her waist allowed for her to carry her guard shoto, one on each hip in a loop designed for such carry, and atop it all she wore a long, heavy coat. The color of said coat was a deep crimson, and in all but the best lighting it looked black. Faint glimmers of ruby shone where the light struck it, almost matching the crown of small horns atop her skull.
She leaned against a wall, the fingers of one hand curled around te cool glass of her drink, bringing the amber liquid to her dark lips occasionally to sip. At her feet lay a creature which occasionally growled, lifting it's spade-shaped head to glar with murky red eyes at anyone who drew too near. His dark pelt was abnormal for the species, a chcolatey brown with ebony stripes, the spines on his back dark and dangerous. For the most part he was content to chew on the bone clutched between his claws.
Itw as a Nexu, one the Zabrak femme had encountered as a cub and saved from his ultimate death. The bond was a strange one, but so far neither had seen fit to kill the other, and the beast looked to the woman with respect. She had no real control over him, though often the illusion she did was given by his mild mannerment, and the creature did as he pleased for the most part, following after her at will.
She'd already received several harsh looks, shot to her from a distance, as people skirted past and prayed the predator at her feet didn't take the sudden urge to attack.
The hand which was not holding her drink held a length of chain, the other end attached to a collar around the Nexu's neck. It was for appearance only, if Phisto chose to attack there would be little she could do about that, more likely than not she'd be dragged along behind if she tried to pull him back. Calmly she took another sip of her drink, golden eyes flickering about restlessly. They were newly arrived here, only just getting their feet on the ground, as it were. Absently she set her drink on the table beside which she stood, kneeling to lightly stroke the soft head of the Nexu. He looked up with a murmur of content, before resuming his chewing. She'd given him the bone, covered in scraps of meat, with the hope it would keep him well occupied while she had a drink or two. So far it served her purpose.
As she rose again, she saw a large male making his way over to her, arms folded over broad chest, eyes narrowed. He paused what he apparently thought to be a safe distance away, snorting in obvious disgust. "That thing doesn't belong in here. You'll end up killing someone you little twit." She arched a brow over dancing eyes curiously. Oh it was true, she was small. There was no arguing that point. For her race she might be considered almost dwarfed, but she was no twit. She was more intelligent than the foolish brute seemed to think. Perhaps he was one of those numbskulls who thought females less intelligent. Poor thing.
She sighed, picking her drink up again with a scarred hand and sipping from it, finishing the drink and playing with the empty glass. "What business of yours is it? He's behaving, though if you don't walk away like a good little boy I might drop the leash and take away that bone of his..." She wasn't looking at him, not directly. She gave the appearance that she cared not a bit what he did, that she was in perfect control. Just what she wanted. Phisto picked up on the tension, lifting his head to look for a moment at Tsuki, then to the man. He bristled, growling and flashing sharp teeth, releasing the bone from the clutch of his claws to lightly rake the sharp points over the ground as if ready to dig them into more yeilding flesh.
The man quickly backed away, stumbling to flee the pair, with a muttered curse and claiming the woman insane. No, not insane... She mused silently to herself. Just smarter than you. She patted the spade-shaped head beside her, and the Nexu settled down to resume chewing on the bone. With a slight shrug, she lifted her glass, gesturing to the barkeep that she wanted another.
Her drink was brought quickly, placed on the table cautiously, and the barkeep fled back to the safety of his bar. Chuckling she took her glass and inspected the drink, as though she expected to find some foreign matter in the liquid. Of course, were someone trying to drug her they'd have been sure to dissolve anything in the drink. It was paranoia acting up, and nothing more. Scolding herself she took a drink and lert the liquid roll ni her mouth for a moment before it slid down her throat in a burning cascade. Ah... Heaven.