The OC above is behind you...

“Well holy shit I didn’t mean to fucking step on it?!” Danica shouted at Shift.

The little gremlin then carefully took her foot off Shift’s tail, trying her best not to harm herself or Shift while at it. Well gods above, Danica already has been through one hell of a day, and now she has stepped on some,,,creatures tail.

“Okay, are you fucking happy now? Because I took my foot off that damn tail of yours, so you better be grateful I didn’t beat the shit out of you!” Danica told Shift, a snarl in her tone. 

Although it seems like the opposite, it is more bite than bark, a genuine threat if anyone who knows the girl would know. 

Especially if Shift was a true non-human who seems to like injustice,,,

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(@NP, write based on this one sentence Danica says!)

“Hey you! Yes, fucking you! Watch where you are going, you are about to get yourself beat to death by those gang members! What the fuck? They are not ordinary gang members, they are part of the Revolutionaries gang! Haven’t you heard of that gang!? Hey don’t blame me for being behind you, I am fucking warning you!”

Finx, who had merely been sheathing his sword for the first time in that sullen hour, quickly turned over his shoulder. His large, lime-like eyes glazed over the newcomer’s troubled face. The abrupt warnings which spewed from the stranger’s mouth left him stunned. 

“Faith, man! Whatever are you rambling on about?” The noble cat inquired. His fear-stricken face remained still. 

His firm, gloved paw hadn’t left the surface of his blade’s handle just yet. It remained in place, eagerly waiting for use. 

“Gang?” Finx stood in awe. It took him a fair moment or two to collect his convoluted thoughts. “Whatever “gang” there is;” he began. “I, Sir Finx of Praevell, will strike nothing but fear into their frivolous hearts.” He declared. 

His narrow eyes sluggishly returned to the unique face of the frantic speaker. “Do tell,” the feline’s tone became hushed. “ ‘Revolutionaries gang’? “ His eyes searched the area. “Whatever do you mean?” The various questions rolled effortlessly from his tongue. 

Rather earlier in his life, Finx had sworn on his life to protect all citizens from any harm that had the potential of being inflicted upon them. Therefore, he physically was unable to just stand there. He acted quickly, figuratively blanketing the young girl with his shadow’s mass. 

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The barely intact, wafer-thin piece of beige parchment paper crinkled under the slight pressure of Finx’s paws on its edges. The surface of the paper was adorned in dark ink blotches and scratches. Bold, though intricate, letters sat on display on the top section of the flimsy poster. 

The list words read as follows: “WANTED”, “REWARD PROMISED”, and “DELIVER ALIVE”. 

The cat’s right lip was drawn back as he scanned the parchment’s contents. There appeared to be a criminal of some sort on the loose, who’s destiny just so happened to be in the feline hero’s paws.  

Finx’s eyes momentarily flickered away from the paper, and instead landed on the bustling street ahead of him. It was only then when he coincidentally spotted his target. Or, at least, a being whom shared a similar appearance to the criminal in question. 

Without hesitation, he meandered towards the being, who appeared to be inspecting a merchant’s products. Once in reach, Finx cautiously placed his paw on the “criminal”’s shoulder. 

“May I ask for a moment of your time?” He charismatically questioned. 

"WAHA—!" Nona yelped, nearly tripping over his own feet.

The stranger's sudden action brought Nona's dead heart to a jolt. It took him a while to collect himself before he turned himself around—only to see a rather large feline-like being staring back at him.

"Y-Yes, how may I help you...?"

Nona fidgeted, adjusting his glasses and subconsciously fiddling with his tie. After hearing the feline's inquiry, he let out a huge sigh, and let out a big smile.

"Well, you've simply gotten it all wrong!" He laughed. "I'm already dead! There's no way you can deliver me alive! You must be looking for someone else! Plus, I don't think I've ever done anything that would warrant me a criminal!"

Nona gently pulls the parchment from the feline's paws and examines it, his expression two parts surprised and one part curious.

"I do gotta say, though! This fella sure does look like me! They even got the lil' wing-y thing! Huh, what a small world. I gotta tell Min about this! Thanks for the headsup, sir! I think I got a twin I didn't even know I had! Wowee, this is such a fascinating discovery...!"

Without waiting for the other to respond, Nona zips away, eager to boast about his newfound "twin."

"Ex...Excuse me...! Hello, ah...!"

Nona skidded to a stop—nearly crashing straight into the person before him. It was a miracle he managed to stop himself in time, one more step and it'd have been game over.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to creep up on you like this but, um, er..."

 Nona bit his lip nervously, seeming to struggle with whether or not to say what he intended. After a moment, he finally seems to come to a decision.

"I, um, I noticed you have a really fantastic and strong bone structure and was wondering if I could ask about your daily calcium intake...!" 

He turned around when he heard a voice yelling after him, just in time to potentially catch Nona if he had not come to a halt in time.
Set patiently waited while the stranger tried to find the right words. For some reason the guy seemed nervous? Made him wonder what he was about to ask... he couldn't think of anything that would be that embarassing, really. ...but maybe that was because he had no shame.
"You... what?" Set chuckled at the question. That certainly was a new one and nothing he could have thought of. "My daily calcium intake..." he repeated, lifting a brow. "I'm afraid I can't tell you much about that since I do not really keep track of those things." Trying to eat healthy was all of it, and even then... he wasn't too strict about anything. Aden probably had an answer to that question... for some reason he was convinced that that man ate solely based on biological needs...

"I'm right behind you..." the smile on his face was almost audible. (Keeping it basic to let NP go in whatever direction you like ;v;)

Turning his shoulder, he glances down to Set, completely unamused and uninterested. There was a questionable thing humans and their sub-kind did often, and that was try to get behind him or around him or anywhere near him. In the usual case, they stuck to his side, their big eyes wide at his features and curious about who he was or what he was doing. On the rare occasion, as Set had done, they stuck to his blindside, almost as if they were attempting to spark fear into his heart or intimidate him. Now being the nightmare he was, he never startled nor ever leaped up with a gasp. Rather, he brought gruesome endings to them or observed as they ran off. 

This time he keeps a side eye on that smaller, looking from his smile to his narrowed eyes. He was young, he could tell that much, and appeared as if he were one of the 'pretty boys' humans sometimes talked about. Not worth the time or effort it would take to get the chainsaw started and likely chase him down with. Today he'd allow him to see another day and instead, begin to move off.

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He stands several feet behind you, chainsaw growling with a low rumble.

Rest HAD been trying to put her very young son to bed, who was still slightly whining. She was abruptly been stopped by a loud clash that came from their once locked, and reinforced window. Her eyes darted over to the creature, her heart beginning to race like a mouse. What was this thing?! What was it doing in her house?! Unfortunately, she was the only one awake who could really try anything. Her Brother-In-Law could've probably grabbed a gun or something, but that wouldnt be happening.

Her health was the least of her concerns right now, as the wellbeing of her son was higher up on that list. She tighted her grip on her young child, shaking. Rest took a step back, her claws sharpening. She was ready to fight this creature, if need be.

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Rest is following behind you, seemingly having taken the wrong grocery bag!

     "Haaah, what a brutal day," Ethan muttered to himself, plodding down the sidewalk. He was still dressed in his work uniform, which admittedly wasn't anything different than average clothes save a green apron. He rubbed the back of his head, his eyes struggling to stay open. When summer started there was always a rush at the grocery store. Dozens of parents were getting snacks and treats for their kids, people were loading up for big trips, and summer sales. Knowing Ethan and his bad luck, that meant his register malfunctioned every other hour throughout the whole day.
     Well, whatever. It was over now. As soon as he was home he'd skip dinner and a shower and go straight to bed. Man, the idea of placing his face against that soft pillow put such a goofy smile on his face. Plus there were these-- Ethan glanced down at the bag hanging loosely off his hand. A bag full of... oranges...?
     He paused and lifted it up. Wait a minute, this wasn't... His eyes widened. Did he get the wrong bag?!
     He was just about to yell out in frustration when he spun around and nearly screamed his head off at the sight of Rest. He flailed his arms out to keep himself from falling down, and took a moment to observe her. What... was she? Whatever she was, she didn't seem like she was trying to mug him or attack him. In fact, she was holding a grocery bag from the same store.
     After a moment, an explanation was given and Ethan let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you so much! My day would've been absolutely ruined without those oranges. I made sure to pick out the best myself! Thanks again for bringing them to me. And here's yours!"
     They traded their bags, and the moment Ethan grabbed his own his shadow flickered for the briefest second.
     And the bag ripped.

"Hey, uh-- Hey, excuse me!" Ethan gave you a sheepish smile. "Could you move a little? I can't get past--"

Ariadne only half paying attention turned around to look at the meek voice who had asked her to move only for her to accidentally somehow trip the boy (how she wasnt sure but she would take the blame for it) and the poor boy ended up face first in her chest. There was a moment of stunned silence as Ariadne stared at the boy who she was sure was in shock as it didnt even seem to her he was breathing her phone still in her hand and a somewhat bored expression on her face. "Ya know if your gonna stay there ya could at least ask me to dinner first." The woman said with a shrug before the other seemed to shoot out of her bosom like a rocket. Ariadne wasnt very expressive not because she didnt feel emotions but rather she had lived so long and seen so much in the world that nothing seemed to sway her one way or the other anymore however this guy who looked so mortified he might cry got a chuckle out of her, his red face and blubbering aplogizes making him look pretty adorable. 

"Hey dont worry ya head over it. I know it was an accident. Plus it was sorta my fault" She said waving her hand dismissively as she moved out of the way for the boy "Ya go on ahead sorry for blocking the way. Why dont we call it even yah?" She asked chuckling a bit more as he walked away from the scene. She watched him for a few extra minutes before letting out a long whistle. "That boys got some bad luck attached to him wonder who the poor bastard pissed off in a past life." Ariadne said before taking a selfie for her Instagram account. 

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"Your in my shot." Ariadne said as she glared at your back. 

Kelpie turned around, tucking her wings in gracefully and giving an apologetic smile. "Oh my, I'm sorry dear!" They stepped out of the way and paused to watch Ariadne, pressing their paws together in front of themself in an idle gesture. 

Xe hesitated before saying, "ah, excuse me? Are you a photographer?" She took a short step closer the unfamilar woman. "You see, I'm a painter, and well, I'm sorry if this is awkward, but, it's really nice to meet other artists out and about like this, you know?" It only took a moment for the dragon to backtrack on their words. "Oh man, what am I even saying? I'm very sorry for even bothering you in the first place. You seem very busy and, well ah, I'll just get out of your way so you can take your photos in peace."

Xe speedwalked away, flustered and embarassed of xemself for causing any fuss at all.

Kelpie was walking behind a stranger, headed back home with the groceries. In any other situation, they would simply fly home, but the bags they were carrying would be too awkward to fly with.

Unluckily for the dragon, xe managed to trip over something, perhaps a rock or xyr own paws, and fall directly into whomever was infront of xem, groceries and all.

" woah buddy! Need help? "

He snapped and the groceries poofed outta thin air " don't worry, they are probably at your house haha " he helped Kelpie up and floated around kelp " ya know, you look alittle tired, I could posses ya! Yeah I know that sounds b a d but trust me, I can no longer damage vessels " he more closely approached Kelpie waiting for answers

     Smiley turned around, tilting his head in confusion before noticing the sheep near his foot. "Oh my, oh my. :) Hello there. :)" he hummed while crouching down. "Did you have a fall? Did you have a trip? :) That's no good, is it? :) Let's get you up. :)" He picked Wilbur up, taking the time to appreciate the soft wool. "So soft, so soft. You feel like a fluffy pillow. :) You look so unusual, too. You're quite interesting. :)"
     Smiley stood back up and picked up his sledgehammer. "Say, say, say, would you like to come with me? :) I bet you could help me make a lot of people happy. :)"

"Excuse me, excuse me, could you turn around? :)"