#004 - "Infiltration"
Chapter 1: Trial by Fire
Anna gleefully strides over to me, her shiny orange heels clicking against the metal floor with defined steps. She proudly hands me the metal bars like a cat hands their owner a dead bird, then proceeds to head back to the potted plant and begins scooping up the dirt that was now scattered across the floor.
I look down at the six metal bars in my hands, and smudge off some of the caked-on soil with my thumb. What are these? They’re not battery packs like on my pistol, but they’re also not traditional magazines. Is this just a metal ingot?? They’re hefty, thick, and relatively long. The surface has a thin layer of rust coating it, but the metal itself is splotchy and pitted, almost like they’re made from multiple types of metal that couldn’t merge properly.
“Anna what the Hell are these?”
“Those are homemade splinter bars. The weapons we’re going to be retrieving use neither traditional ammunition nor dewey charges, but rather raw metal. The Republic Interstellar Arms, or RIA ‘Maelstrom’, is known for its devastating close quarters effectiveness. It’s better known as the ‘Shredder’, as it converts these bars into tiny pieces of shrapnel.”
So it’s like a futuristic shotgun. Actually no, more like a sci-fi blunderbuss. Anna must have really thought this through for a long time. It’s probably the only weapon in the entire armory with potentially untraceable ammunition. This is a tremendous security oversight by the leadership of this place, and Anna is either incredibly perceptive, or incredibly determined to have noticed it.
“Are we going to have enough?”
“Yes absolutely. The shrapnel it makes is extremely fine. A single bar is supposed to last several hours of continuous fighting, or even an entire day of intermittent fighting. The Maelstrom was designed with bodyguard duties, ship breaching, and commando infiltration operations in mind. While the OEM splinter bars are made of a much harder, denser, and cleaner cast metal, these should have no problem working as a substitute. Their dimensions will fit, and I even managed to perform a hardness test on an original bar. I can confirm that these splinter bars are roughly 70% the hardness of an authentic splinter bar’s metal, so there should be no risk to the Shredder’s internal mechanisms. But they’re hard enough to puncture most body armors, save high-density hydraulically assisted armors.”
Scratch what I just said - Anna is incredibly perceptive, determined, AND intelligent.
Anna finishes up cleaning the vast majority of the soil off the ground, and replants the fern like plant back in its pot. She proceeds to stand up, grab the watering can she came in with, and gives the plant the remainder of its contents.
“Thank you for all your hard work Mr. Fernguson.” She says with a somber smile.
“Mr. Fernguson?”
“It’s just a little nickname I gave him. I give all my plants names.”
Scratch my scratching that – Anna is incredibly perceptive, determined, intelligent, AND adorable.
“Wouldn’t the metal being softer just mean we’d burn through ammunition faster? Did you factor that in?”
“Of course Master, but theoretically it shouldn’t have any impact on ammunition consumption. But just in case, I made six more and hid them in my room. It took years to sneak enough usuable scrap metal with a suitable hardness together. Not to mention the months it took to forge them in the Fabrication Shop when no one was around. My opportunities to do so were extremely few and far between. So while I know the quality of my metallurgy and casting is poor, please use them wisely.”
Anna tilts her head with a compassionate, pleading look on her face. Anna must have been desperate to get out of this place. I can’t imagine the struggles she must have gone through. She seems proud to be of help to me though. I should say something to praise all of her hardwork. Even if she didn’t exactly do all this for me specifically, I would have been screwed without her.
I reach out, and place my hand on her head, gently tousling her hair.
“You did a good job Anna, I’m proud of you.”
Anna immediately begins to fidget with her hands, her cheeks burning bright red, as her eyes dart around before looking up and meeting my gaze.
“A-Ah… Th-Thank you Master. That means a l-lot to me. We Therians love being praised by our Masters, s-so please make sure you do l-lots of it!”
“Heh, okay if it means that much to you, I’ll keep that in mind.”
I’m still not sure how I feel about this whole “being her owner” thing. I still can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing something when it comes to her. Her emotions towards me seem genuine, but her actions feel too deliberate - Too scripted. I can’t seem to get a read on this girl. One moment she’s cute and affectionate, and in the next she’s stone-faced and meticulous. She doesn’t seem malicious, that much I’m fairly certain of. I also don’t think she is explicitly lying to me about anything. I feel bad for suspecting her of something, when I myself am completely useless and leaning on her for support. I have no right to scrutinize her when she’s done nothing wrong. But why… Why can’t I shake this gut feeling?...
“Okay, we should get a bag or something to carry the bars. Then we’ll head to my room to pick up some things, including the other six bars.”
“Won’t me carrying a bag into your room arouse suspicion?”
“Not at all, plenty of men bring their own… Um… ‘Equipment’ for conjugal visits.”
Images of whips, handcuffs, straps, and harnesses immediately come to mind. The idea of having a bunch of cute, young women see me walk into a girls room, with a bag full of clunking metal, thinking it’s “equipment” for *that*, is horrifying. But I just got to grin and bear it.
“Okay I remember seeing a duffle bag in Tony’s room. I'll go grab it, it’ll only take me a minute. You wait here, I’ll be right back. I can have another smoke there while I’m at it – I definitely need it.”
“Master, smoking is bad for you you know.”
Anna gives me a pouting face of concern.
“Yeah I know. I quit years ago, but right now I’m so stressed that I don’t care.”
“Okay, but just know that I worry for your health. One thing before you go – Can you wipe the blood off my neck?”
Anna turns around, moving her Autumn orange shoulder length hair out of the way, revealing her slender neck. She has some kind of matching orange brushed metal collar on, with a black glass like band running across the center. That’s not to say the metal is painted orange, but rather the metal itself is orange. It’s like somebody dyed it, or put a thin semi-transparent orage film over it. The collar doesn’t seem to have any visible hinges. Is this fused on? My blood is messily streaked from her neck, across her collar, to a part of her right shoulder. I was really panicking when I did this, that much is clear.
I dab my sleeve in the bottom of the watering can, soaking up the last little bit of water, and begin wiping off her neck, shoulder, and collar. The moment I touch her collar, cyan words begin to appear across the black glass band, and start revolving around it.
「Name: Anna – Sex: F – Operational Age: 12 – Physical Age: 15 – AgeLock™ Equipped – SCI: 11 – Slave ID: 201247782 – Race: Therianthrope – Type: Nekozoku – Breed: Orange Tabby – Owner: Max – Owner SCI: ERROR – Previous Owners – 1 – Virginity: Negative – Blood Type: AB+」
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN “OPERATIONAL AGE: 12”!?!?
“Uhhh… Anna?... Why does your collar say you’re 12 years old?...”
“Ah… So… So you saw that, huh?...”
Anna’s expression changes to an anxious one. No… Is that embarrassment?
“W-well, I might be an older second-hand slave, b-but I promise I will give my everything to make you happy Master!”
OLDER!?! THAT ISN’T THE ISSUE HERE ANNA!!!
“What do you mean by older!?! 12 years old is disturbingly young!!! Why do you look like you’re in your mid-teens!? Why do you act so old!?”
“…Huh?... Umm… Master… Where do you come from exactly?”
“W-why do you ask?”
“I know you said you don’t know where you are, or how you got here, but you seem to be surprised by a lot of things that are just common knowledge. I keep feeling your sense of shock over and over, and I don’t understand why…? How do you not know these things?”
So she’s been feeling my shock everytime?? Why didn’t she say anything sooner?? Well… She sees herself as my property, so maybe she thought it was impertinent to ask?... At this point, I don’t see much harm in telling her.
“So, this might be little difficult to understand. Especially since even I don’t understand it. But right now my memories feel… Muddled – Incomplete. Just a short while ago I woke up in a storage room not even knowing my own name, let alone how I got here. My memories are returning slowly but surely, but in splotches. It’s like instinctively knowing fire is hot, without ever recalling a time when you were burned. There’s a disconnect between my lived experiences and my instincts. I remember I lived on a planet somewhere, and I remember certain places, events, technologies, and social norms. I know we didn’t have even close to the level of technology this place has, nor were there any cat girls, fox girls, or cultivated people. Although the concept and technology to conduct cloning did exist, human cloning was considered scientifically unethical, so I never once heard of it being accomplished. Also the idea of slavery was abhorrent there, and was banned basically all around the world.”
I continued explaining my situation, perspective, and what I could remember as best I could to Anna, leaving nothing out. Anna stood there quietly, politely listening to me explain my circumstances. But as I was explaining, I could see her amber cat-like eyes gradually getting bigger and bigger in surprise. When I finished, there was a brief pause of silence, and then finally – She spoke.
“I see… This… Explains a lot.” Placing her hand on her chin in contemplative thought.
“I think I can actually relate to what you’re going through. In fact, all therians can.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yes. When it comes to therians, most people think of our operational age and our physical age as two separate things. As you know, we are cultivated, not born. Our bodies are artificially aged to the buyer’s desired age, and then halted through extensive genetic modification using a process known as AgeLock. The oldest I’ll probably ever look during my lifetime will be the human equivalent of 18 or 19 years old. Do you remember Ionna? Her operational age is 2, but her physical age is 15 as well, despite my cultivation occuring 10 years prior.”
Ionna is only 2 years old!?
I… I am at a complete loss for words. This place just keeps getting more and more cursed.
“But during our cultivation process, memories and lessons are implanted in our minds. While I have been ‘Anna’ physically for 12 years, I have memories of lives I’ve never lived, lessons I never learned, things I’ve never been taught. Most of these are memories that have been pulled from past therians, but some of them are also straight curriculum teachings. To be honest, at first this was extremely confusing, especially when I first woke up. It’s called ‘Cultivation Dissociation’. Despite my operational and physical age, my mental age feels much, much older. But gradually over time, I began to make memories of my own, and I started to form a sense of self image and personal identity. Now my lived experiences have merged with my implanted ones, and I now feel like I’ve truly become an individual with her own unique personality.”
“Wha… What are you trying to say?... Are you implying that… That I’m not really Max? That somebody implanted these memories in my head??”
Stop.
Please just stop.
I… I can’t take much more of this.
“I’m not sure. Your situation sounds quite different from mine. When I woke up for the first time, all my memories were already there. It wasn’t a slow trickle like it is for you right now, nor did I not remember where I learned certain things. But Master, I’ll say this – You don’t smell like any cultivated being I’ve ever met. You smell like a normal person, and the one I cherish dearly.”
Anna, perhaps sensing my rapidly cascading emotions, gives me a warm smile, and hugs me tight. Anna is tiny compared to me, her head just barely makes it close to my shoulders with platform heels on. I bet she’s only chest high without them. I genuinely appreciate her trying to make me feel better, but I think I’m about to have a second panic attack. Yeah I need that smoke now.
“Anyway, I really don’t want to think about this right now. I’m going to go get that bag now and have a few smokes while I’m at it.”
“Okay I’ll hide the bars behind Mr. Fernguson and wait here for you. If you aren’t back in 20-minutes, I’m coming to find you.”
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I head back through the doors, down the hall, past the corners, and into Tony’s room.
Yup, still smells horrific.
I sift through the damp pile of clothes, and grab the mustiest gym bag I have ever smelt. Did he just wash his clothes, and immediately toss them into one big wet pile? I genuinely don’t understand it.
I light up a smoke, look down, and see my tennis shoes lying there. Without a second thought, I stuff them into my bag. I don’t care if it’s potentially wasted space. I swear to God, the moment I’m out of this place, I’m taking these boots off, and ejecting them out the airlock and into the nearest star.
I’m trying my best not to think about the idea that all of my memories might be implanted, and I’m not who I think I am.
But implanted memories… Is that why I feel like all of Anna’s actions are scripted? Do I sense these other people’s “personalities” in her actions? No… It’s something else.
She’s clearly been preparing to escape this place for a long time, despite the fact that with her compliance subroutine activated, she never would have been able to actually carry her plans out herself.
Wait a minute-
What if… What if she made ME just to override her CS!? It makes sense now that I think about it. Anna is smart, damn smart. She claims that therians have hollow emotions without a master to symbiotically bond to, but Ionna seemed anything but. She was screaming, crying, and absolutely distraught. That doesn’t seem like someone with “hollow emotions”.
I toss my smoke on the ground and immediately light another one.
Not only that, but Ionna never fought back or tried to defend herself apart from cowering in fear. She couldn’t because her CS was stopping her. Yet Anna was able to make those bars without activating it. Wouldn’t that be considered an act against her master? She also said that had we tried to commandeer one of the base’s ships, with just the two of us, it would take days to crack the security. That still implies that she knows HOW to crack the security.
Then she just so happens to start watering the plants after I come into the central hub? And there just so happens to be ammunition hidden in one of the conveniently nearby plants? Funny coincidence that.
Not to mention the fact she knew about the blood trick, never asked me questions about why I’m so ignorant about “common knowledge” up until just now, and the fact that I woke up here right when there’s a usuable ship sitting in the docking bay.
Wait a second Max. You’re getting paranoid here, and trying to make connections where there might not be any. Let’s think about this rationally for a second.
Anna said Kitsune therians are the hardest to train, that could explain her emotions. It’s clear Anna has been planning to escape for a long time, which is understandable in her position. It also makes sense she would hide ammunition in a central location. That way if anything went wrong, no matter where she was, it would be in the most evenly accessible area. As for why she didn’t ask questions, I’ll go with my intial assumption of thinking she thought it would be impertinent to ask as my slave.
Okay, I’m going to go into this expecting the unexpected, while hoping for the best. I need to learn more, and get a more solid feel for my surroundings.
I stomp out my smoke, grab the bag, and head back to the central hub.
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The moment I open the hub doors, Anna immediately notices me.
“Master!”
Anna runs up to me and hugs me tight, mashing her well endowed breasts into me.
“Woah there! Did something happen while I was gone?”
Anna shakes her head, face buried in my chest.
“No, but I didn’t realize how painful it would feel to be separated from my Master!”
I was gone for like 10 minutes Anna.
Is this because of that Therianthropic Symbiosis?
“Alright well I’m back, so you can let go now. We need to keep moving.”
“Okay, yeah, I-I agree.”
Anna reluctantly let’s go of me, takes the bag, and goes over to Mr. Fernguson and loads the bars in.
“Umm… After smelling this bag, I’m kind of glad you had me stay. I had forgotten just how bad that room smelled. But, on the bright side, when we’re in the Therianthrope District, none of the Lycans will be able to tell you’re not Tony because of it!”
“So I accidentally gave myself a foul smelling camouflage. That’s… Something I guess?”
Anna leads me to the door to F-Wing, the only door without a window. The moment it opens, my eyes are immediately bombarded with a kaleidoscope of colors.
The floor of the tunnel is not metal, but tan stone cobblestone. The walkway is sandwiched between two very clean, and very blue, water canals. The walls are some sort of display showing an abstract lightshow of pinks, golds, and reds, which are constantly changing animations and patterns. This is the first room I’ve been in with no vapor on the ceiling, but instead a curved glass panoramic view of a starry night sky. Wait… Are those…. Clouds?
“It’s a simulated image, not a window,” Anna whispers to me.
“Ahh.”
We walk down the curved tunnel which ends at a large stone arched bridge going over a large basin of water. Almost like an artificial lake glowing with light. The room is like a vast open air cave, using the rock of the asteroid as faux cliff walls. Anna and I cross the bridge, and find ourselves in a small plaza of what looks like an old European city, lined with cobblestone streets, which break off into alleys going in various directions. It reminds me a lot of the Amsterdam Red Light District.
At its center, there’s a large stone fountain adorned with nude statues of therianthropic women pouring water from jugs. The ceiling is a full panoramic view of a beautiful (fake) night sky. But to be honest, if I had woken up here and didn’t know I was in space, I would have believed it was genuinely outside.
The buildings are all varying shades of brick with glass windows. There are very few actual streetlights. Most everything is lit up purely with colorful hanging lights, neon, LEDs, you name it. It’s an absolute festival of color. But it’s not too much light. It still feels like it’s nighttime in here. If it weren’t for the perfectly clean, overly blue, and brightly lit canals, there would be nothing artificial feeling about this place. In fact, I can actually feel an artificial breeze passing my hands.
To be honest, this area is way, way nicer than I was expecting, if not a bit eccentric. I was expecting Anna’s “neighborhood” to have about as much charm as a prison cell.
“Okay, follow me. If any therian tries to talk to us, let me handle it. If it’s another merc, do your sick Tony act. I’ll try and help if I can.”
“Got it.”
The streets are lined with therian women of all types. I even see the occasional male therian, but they are very few and far between. I see dogs, cats, bunnies, jackals, but just like Anna said – No foxes. Not a one. Ionna really must be as rare as she said.
The therian women are all shapes and sizes. Some tall enough to be a basketball stars, some are only waist high. Some look like they’re in their mid-twenties, and some… Look way too young. Most look around Anna’s age, physically at least. There seems to be different breeds of therians. Like how Anna is an Orange Tabby, I’m seeing black Nekozokus and ones with ash colored hair. All of them wearing different types of provocative outfits with metal collars.
I can hear drunken debauchery in the distance, men partying, yelling at each other, laughing. This place must be like a party that never sleeps. It’s clear that this place was designed with the mercenary’s comfort in mind, not the therians. Hans Hellman might be a certifiable piece of shit, but his taste in art and décor is undeniably profound.
Me and Anna walk over a bridge crossing a canal, and see a crowd of people circling around two drunks fighting. One of them is built like a brick shithouse, and the other has bulky robotic arms with hoses running to them from his shoulders.
I’ve seen and heard so much weird shit today, robotic arms don’t even surprise me at this point. Anna looks back at me, expecting a reaction of shock from me, but nope – I’m completely numb to it. Even I’m slightly alarmed by my own reaction.
One of the mercs in the back notices me, and signals to me.
“Aye-yo Tony! I got 100 on Butch, you want in on this?”
I wave my hand to decline. I would rather not speak if I don’t have to, but the guy walks up to us anyway. Please, can you piss off dude?
“Alright, your loss man. So, going with Anna tonight huh? I thought you liked them ‘inexperienced girls’?”
I give a quick glance to Anna, whose face is already becoming a touch red.
“Hey man, sometimes you just need a change of pace,” I say in the most gravelly, sick sounding smoker voice I can muster.
“Bro Tony, you sound like shit!”
“Bro I feel like shit. Why you think I’m wearing this mask? Everything hurts. That’s why I chose Anna. This bitch is supposed to be good at massages.”
“I am quite nimble with my hands!” Anna proudly says with a sense of perkiness.
“Hey, you seen Bradley? That bastard owes me 5,000 dracan, and he keeps running off anytime he sees me coming. I stopped by the Fabrication Shop looking for his weaselly little ass, but they told me he’s been reassigned. I know I saw you with him the other day, so don’t bullshit me!”
Bradley? Who’s Bradley? Shit, I need to change this subject and fast before I end up digging myself into a hole. I look over to Anna and-
Anna’s eyes are stuck wide open. She’s frozen stiff. Is she panicking? Come on Anna, snap out of it! I need some help here!
Fuck it, guess I’m on my own here.
“Pfft – And you believed them? You realize his ass was just hiding in the back, right? He was laughing his ass off about it afterwards.”
The man’s face twists into one filled with rage. Nostrils flaring, eyes bulging, biceps tensed. I can practically see the steam shooting from his nose.
“That son of a bitch, I’ll kill him!!! Tomorrow, I’m going to head back to that Fabrication Shop, raise some Hell, and wring that money out of him even if I have to break every bone in his body!!!”
“Alright, but you didn’t hear it from me – You got that?”
“Yeah, thanks for the tip man, I owe you one.”
The guy begins stomping back towards the crowd before stopping and turning back around. Oh God, please don’t tell me he noticed something. Just go away already!
“But hey man, go see a doctor and get some rest. You sound like death. I know Anna is one of the best, but that ain’t going to make that shit go away. If your ass keels over on me, who else am I gonna rob blind at poker??”
The man says with a sly grin.
“Eheh, don’t you worry about me. Next time, I’m taking your ass to the cleaners.”
The man gives a snide chuckle, and waves us off.
We continue onwards, and Anna leads us into a small alley off the beaten path. The alley is sandwiched between unbroken rows of brick buildings, forming endless walls of brick. I don’t like this, if we get caught in an ambush, we’ll have nowhere to run. While some of these buildings have back doors, there’s no guarantee they’ll be unlocked when we need them. Not only that, but this alley is dark. While there are string lights hung at odd intervals between a few of the buildings providing some light, I wouldn’t exactly call it “illuminated”.
“Don’t worry Master, nobody uses this path but us therians. To all the mercs, this alley is a dead end. But we therians created a secret passageway through here so we can have our own escape route in case some ‘irreputable’ customers come looking for us. By the way, how you dealt with that guy - Your voice, your acting, and your improv were all superb.”
“You must first believe your own lies to sell them.”
“I will try and remember that. Also… Umm…”
Anna pauses for a moment with nervous anxiety.
“About what he said… I’m um… I’m immune to STDs, so you don’t have to worry Master. Please… Don’t think less of me…”
Is she ashamed of her body count? I mean, it’s not like she had a lot of options. Also, immune to STDs? Is that another one of those genetic modifications she’s received?
“Look, I understand your situation. I don’t blame you for it. You did what you had to to survive.”
“Thank you Master. Hearing you say that eases my heart a great deal.” Anna exhales in relief.
“So what was that back there? Why did you lock up like that?”
“Oh that… Bradley was transferred to be the guard for the Export Box because of his cybernetic enhancements. While I have no doubt that man wouldn’t stand a chance against Bradley, I… I couldn’t risk creating a situation where they might change out the guard. I’m sorry Master… I froze up.”
Anna gives me a look of genuine guilt, she definitely feels bad about it.
“It’s okay, everything worked out in the end. But these cybernetics he has… Is it going to be a problem for us?”
Anna’s face changes to one of utmost confidence.
“No Master, I am quite certain the Shredder will tear through him like butter.”
Goddamn! Alright, I’ll take your word on it then.
"By the way, you said that this path is used by therians. What happens if we run into any here?”
“Nothing. You’re disguised as a mercenary, and you’re with me. Unless they’re privately owned therians, they know better than to mess with me.”
Is Anna some kind big shot? Is that why she’s so confident? What’s this about privately owned therians?
“What makes you say that? And what happens if we run into a privately owned therian? What’s the difference?”
“I am one of the last first generation therians that were cultivated for the Hellman Mercenary Company. My seniority ranks in the top 5, at number 3.”
Do therians live short lives? Anna has only been “operating” for 12 years, yet she’s the 3rd oldest therian here. Ionna has only been operating for 2, but she has a physical age of 15, same as Anna. Based on that and the other therians I’ve seen here, it’s probably safe to assume most here start at 15. Anna said the oldest she’ll probably ever look in her lifetime would be 18 or 19. Considering her current operational and physical age, Anna will physically look 16 by the time her operational age reaches 25, 17 at 50, 18 at 75, and 19 at 100.
Wow, must be nice.
“As for privately owned therians, that depends on who owns them. Probably close to 95% of the therian in this base are owned by Hans Hellman. Our services aren’t free to the mercenaries. The mercenaries pay a monthly subscription fee of varying tiers. Higher tiers gets you access to better and better services.”
The idea that you can pay a monthly subscription fee for daily sexual services like you would with streaming is mind blowing to me. This Hans Hellman guy is an absolute genius.
“While cultivating your own therian is very affordable at this point, our services are still far cheaper than outright buying your own. But some mercenaries still prefer to keep their own personal slaves. These slaves are given a golden tag on their collar, and are off limits to everyone but their private owner. This… Tends to give them a big head, even if their owner is a nobody. But there are a few that actually have masters whose name bears weight.”
Just then I hear the distinct clicking of heels in front of us, and out of the shadows three women appear.
The one on the left has shoulder length firey red hair which flairs out at the sides. It’s red red, unlike Anna’s adorable pumpkin colored hair. She’s a Nekozoku like Anna, cat ears, cat eyes, cat tail. Her breasts are smaller than Anna's, but she’s a bit taller. She’s wearing low cut shorts, a tube top which shows off her midriff and pelvis underneath an open cropped jacket with rolled up sleeves. She gives me the impression of a delinquent.
The one on the right has excessively long violet hair, with dark blue at the ends. Or maybe that’s dark purple? It’s difficult to tell. She has what appears to be jackal ears and tail, I’m not sure what their breed is called yet. She’s wearing skintight black, almost latex like pants, with black ankle wrap platform heels. Like the first, her midriff is exposed, showing off her tastefully toned physique. Her top reminds me of a sleeveless Chinese Cheongsam with how her collar is done. It fits perfectly to her form without appearing too tight, with a diamond shaped window emphasizing her large breasts.
The last one in the middle - She gives me pause. She has neither animal ears nor tail, but thick horns curling from the sides of her head. Is she a goat type therian? No, her eyes are not horizontal slits, but piecing blue vertical ones like a viper.
Her hair is “big” – Voluminous. It’s like a mane of electric sky blue. Ionna’s hair was a beautiful shade of pure, deep blue with the slightest hint of green added to it, whereas this woman’s hair could damn near stop traffic at night. The closest comparison I can think of is a sky blue turquoise gemstone.
She’s wearing a white, finely cuffed short sleeve double brested button up dress with faint military vibes. Probably because of the pockets and how fine pressed it is. But I’m fairly certain it’s not military due to the fact the length of the skirt is tiny, she’s wearing matching thigh high heels, and her tremendous breasts are practically spilling out of her “uniform”.
Oh, and the fact that all 3 of them have metal collars on – With golden tags.
Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.
