[M] - Neither an angel nor a demon

[Neela Garcia]

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Late late late. Will do my best to keep on time from now on.

By no means was Neela a particularly adept tracker. Her hearing was average, she lacked the spatial senses that many of her peers seemed to possess and her sense of smell was notably lacking. However even she could tell that something was wrong, some prickle running down her spine, some wisp of scent on the wind too faint for her to detect. Even safe in Tony's grasp Neela was distracted, her ears and eyes twitching about the clearing, only half listening to Tony's words as a sudden, causeless panic started to come over her.

A twig snapped off to the right and Neela jumped inside Tony's arms, her feet almost leaving the ground as she spun to fact the source of the noise. "Did ye hear that!?" she asked Tony urgently, peering into the darkness and trying to make out the source of the noise. Nothing was visible in the darkness and for a moment Neela relaxed, until her attention was caught by two spots of bright orange suddenly appeareing in the gloom.

Ice ran down Neela's spine as the watched the figure approaching out of the darkness and she shrank into Tony, her hands clenching into fists in his fur. Dark maroon fur, short and scraggy. A tall, muscled frame and piercing orange eyes, more akin to a blazing fire than the soft ember of Neela's own. Neela's mother cut an imposing figure as she strode out of the darkness, an imposing sneer on her deformed face; one half of her muzzle caved in completely, teeth and bits of bone fractured to almost random angles and the edge of a tongue just visible through the hole.

Neela's mother had been the fuel of her nightmares for years but this was no nightmare. She was here for real and, if the look on her face was anything to go by, she didn’t mean Neela well.

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