HotKittygirl
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The sound came all too easily to the triangular ears trimmed with short ebon fur. They twitched in annoyance at the high pitched scream followed by a dull, crude laughter. They caused a low and sorrowful sigh to slip past the plush lips of Rayne, before they twitched involuntarily. Glinting eyes of a silvery gray, flecked with green, drifted up and fell all too easily upon the scene unfolding a few yards away. Delicate hands tensed before they released the sandwich she had been holding, allowing it to fall to the worn wooden table with a sick plop. She hadn’t been all too hungry today, the dull ache in the back of her head a constant reminder that she drank entirely too much the night before. It was a constant annoyance as well and only made that temper all the more volatile.
Rayne watched the scene unfold as it had time after time before. Those damn truck drivers thought they could do whatever they pleased simply because they worked for the Trucking Corp. They thought nothing of grabbing themselves a handful of a cute little GEL girl, after all who was going to stop them? Typically one of her kind could handle their own, a stern look and a none too subtle warning usually enough to keep them from playing grab ass again. Unfortunately, this time they had found a rather pathetic specimen of female, be in human or GEL. Bobbi was a tiny thing, petite and oh so pretty, her lupine features only adding to her otherwise adorableness. She was a hard worker and had a surprising endurance, though she was as meek as a old, beaten dog. She let people walk over her all too easily, especially those humans that were ‘above’ her.
With another mournful sigh Rayne pushed up from her seat and already wished she had smoked before she started her lunch. Slowly she rose from the old and rotten picnic table under a long dead tree; its branches had fallen down one by one and left a rotting corpse of a trunk. Rayne was a tall and slender woman, reaching near five foot ten with the thick heels of her steel-toed boots. Her frame was svelte and lithesome, that of a dancer’s yet there was a undeniable definition of the muscles in her bare upper arms. Her clothing was uninspiring and simple; a tanktop of a faded black, almost gray clung to her upper torso, straining against the modest bosom that heaved lightly with each breath. A thick belt and glinting silver buckle kept her rather snug fitting jeans in place, low on her narrow hips but not low enough to restrict movement. Rayne would have been a beautiful human woman, if somewhat on the slender side, if it weren’t for the rather obvious feline features that announced that she was a GEL. A pair of feline ears jutted from her close cropped raven mane, both laced with a fiery red. Accompanying those notable triangular ears was a thick feline tail that swished heavily behind her with each step she took, a thick black length tipped with a few traces of red as well. The tail was why she wore her pants so low on the hips, to give it free reign without her having to alter her attire (something she was rather horrible at).
Rayne was a GEL, that much was obvious, though not all of her feline attributes were as clear as the flicking tail. No one ever stated that there might be side-effects of going under the needle, though it was simple fact that more often than not things never went just as planned. The scientists always blamed it on the genetic material, at least the chances of some horrible mutation wasn’t something a potential customer had to worry about. Yet all the same, Rayne had more ‘gifts’ that weren’t so readily visible. Despite that lithesome figure, the GEL had a truly incredible strength that could put many linebackers to shame. Along with that near super human strength came a undeniable endurance. Rayne had always been a harder worker and her enhanced attributes gave her the ability to push herself even harder. Yet with such strength and stamina came another unique quirk; a rather high metabolism and the appetite to go with it. The svelte feline could easily put a Chinese buffet in the red with one trip and not gain an ounce. That in itself was a gift and a curse, most of her income went to paying rent and filling her two hollow legs.
That thick tail snapped out irritably behind Rayne once more as she strode towards the scene, just as another meaty hand grasped at Bobbi’s sweet little behind, causing the girl to yelp again and bat at the hand as she shirked away. She pleaded with the human to just leave her alone, though he just grinned and reached for her once again. Rayne was upon him before Bobbi could flinch, grasping the human’s wrist in her delicate, yet vice-like grasp.
“She asked you nicely to fuck off,” She said in a low, husky murmur, her voice coming from low in her throat and rumbling with barely contained anger. The look in those steel gray orbs held little emotion, her face a mixture of calmness and anger all at the same time. The human faltered, surprised by the strong grasp he could not break free. The tone that came from this GEL also angered him, a blistering racial slur falling past his lips before he reached to smack her aside with his free hand.
His last mistake.
Rayne brought her free hand into his gut with a sickening thud that caused the few others watching the scene to cringe visibly. It was the only punch she threw and it was all she needed to. With a pitiful cry the man crumbled, clutching his stomach as he curled into a fetal position. As much as she wanted to slap that stupid grin off his face the feline had learned long ago to leave her bruises where they were hard to see and where there was less chances to break bones. Before she could even turn to see how Bobbi was handling it a thunderous voice resounded out from the open doors of the massive warehouse complex. Instantly she knew this was going to get out of hand, her ears folded flush against her head as she sighed loudly, her name called out harshly as another human came thundering up red in the face.
“What in the hell are you doing?” The man screamed at the top of his lungs, a one Jacob Belker, her supervisor. Rayne squared her shoulders and met the glare of the human with her own.
“He wouldn’t lay off Bobbi. I’m not goin’ sit around and watch another play grab ass because he thinks he’s better than us,” She said evenly, though there was no denying the anger that was threatening to boil over.
“So you hit him?” The human shot an accusing finger at her and then the man. Rayne simply shrugged before she cast a glance towards Bobbi.
“He swung at me first, didn’t he?” She said dryly, tucking her thumbs into her belt, that tail constantly flicking behind her in an annoyed and aggressive manner. The young pup of a girl nodded meekly before adding her voice in agreement to Rayne. The human simply shook his head and began to ramble off rules and regulations that Rayne simply didn’t care about; it wasn’t until he started to talk about firing her that those ears perked up.
“Wait a god damn minute!” She snarled suddenly, the passion and anger coming to her typical low voice all too quickly. “You don’t have the authority to fire anyone, Belker!”
She said his last name with all do sarcasm, the light in those gray depths gleaming and in the right light appears almost green here and there. The situation was quickly growing out of hand as neither side seemed to want to be the first to back down. Already a crowd was growing, made up of both GELs and humans, taking up their respective sides in the argument.
Rayne watched the scene unfold as it had time after time before. Those damn truck drivers thought they could do whatever they pleased simply because they worked for the Trucking Corp. They thought nothing of grabbing themselves a handful of a cute little GEL girl, after all who was going to stop them? Typically one of her kind could handle their own, a stern look and a none too subtle warning usually enough to keep them from playing grab ass again. Unfortunately, this time they had found a rather pathetic specimen of female, be in human or GEL. Bobbi was a tiny thing, petite and oh so pretty, her lupine features only adding to her otherwise adorableness. She was a hard worker and had a surprising endurance, though she was as meek as a old, beaten dog. She let people walk over her all too easily, especially those humans that were ‘above’ her.
With another mournful sigh Rayne pushed up from her seat and already wished she had smoked before she started her lunch. Slowly she rose from the old and rotten picnic table under a long dead tree; its branches had fallen down one by one and left a rotting corpse of a trunk. Rayne was a tall and slender woman, reaching near five foot ten with the thick heels of her steel-toed boots. Her frame was svelte and lithesome, that of a dancer’s yet there was a undeniable definition of the muscles in her bare upper arms. Her clothing was uninspiring and simple; a tanktop of a faded black, almost gray clung to her upper torso, straining against the modest bosom that heaved lightly with each breath. A thick belt and glinting silver buckle kept her rather snug fitting jeans in place, low on her narrow hips but not low enough to restrict movement. Rayne would have been a beautiful human woman, if somewhat on the slender side, if it weren’t for the rather obvious feline features that announced that she was a GEL. A pair of feline ears jutted from her close cropped raven mane, both laced with a fiery red. Accompanying those notable triangular ears was a thick feline tail that swished heavily behind her with each step she took, a thick black length tipped with a few traces of red as well. The tail was why she wore her pants so low on the hips, to give it free reign without her having to alter her attire (something she was rather horrible at).
Rayne was a GEL, that much was obvious, though not all of her feline attributes were as clear as the flicking tail. No one ever stated that there might be side-effects of going under the needle, though it was simple fact that more often than not things never went just as planned. The scientists always blamed it on the genetic material, at least the chances of some horrible mutation wasn’t something a potential customer had to worry about. Yet all the same, Rayne had more ‘gifts’ that weren’t so readily visible. Despite that lithesome figure, the GEL had a truly incredible strength that could put many linebackers to shame. Along with that near super human strength came a undeniable endurance. Rayne had always been a harder worker and her enhanced attributes gave her the ability to push herself even harder. Yet with such strength and stamina came another unique quirk; a rather high metabolism and the appetite to go with it. The svelte feline could easily put a Chinese buffet in the red with one trip and not gain an ounce. That in itself was a gift and a curse, most of her income went to paying rent and filling her two hollow legs.
That thick tail snapped out irritably behind Rayne once more as she strode towards the scene, just as another meaty hand grasped at Bobbi’s sweet little behind, causing the girl to yelp again and bat at the hand as she shirked away. She pleaded with the human to just leave her alone, though he just grinned and reached for her once again. Rayne was upon him before Bobbi could flinch, grasping the human’s wrist in her delicate, yet vice-like grasp.
“She asked you nicely to fuck off,” She said in a low, husky murmur, her voice coming from low in her throat and rumbling with barely contained anger. The look in those steel gray orbs held little emotion, her face a mixture of calmness and anger all at the same time. The human faltered, surprised by the strong grasp he could not break free. The tone that came from this GEL also angered him, a blistering racial slur falling past his lips before he reached to smack her aside with his free hand.
His last mistake.
Rayne brought her free hand into his gut with a sickening thud that caused the few others watching the scene to cringe visibly. It was the only punch she threw and it was all she needed to. With a pitiful cry the man crumbled, clutching his stomach as he curled into a fetal position. As much as she wanted to slap that stupid grin off his face the feline had learned long ago to leave her bruises where they were hard to see and where there was less chances to break bones. Before she could even turn to see how Bobbi was handling it a thunderous voice resounded out from the open doors of the massive warehouse complex. Instantly she knew this was going to get out of hand, her ears folded flush against her head as she sighed loudly, her name called out harshly as another human came thundering up red in the face.
“What in the hell are you doing?” The man screamed at the top of his lungs, a one Jacob Belker, her supervisor. Rayne squared her shoulders and met the glare of the human with her own.
“He wouldn’t lay off Bobbi. I’m not goin’ sit around and watch another play grab ass because he thinks he’s better than us,” She said evenly, though there was no denying the anger that was threatening to boil over.
“So you hit him?” The human shot an accusing finger at her and then the man. Rayne simply shrugged before she cast a glance towards Bobbi.
“He swung at me first, didn’t he?” She said dryly, tucking her thumbs into her belt, that tail constantly flicking behind her in an annoyed and aggressive manner. The young pup of a girl nodded meekly before adding her voice in agreement to Rayne. The human simply shook his head and began to ramble off rules and regulations that Rayne simply didn’t care about; it wasn’t until he started to talk about firing her that those ears perked up.
“Wait a god damn minute!” She snarled suddenly, the passion and anger coming to her typical low voice all too quickly. “You don’t have the authority to fire anyone, Belker!”
She said his last name with all do sarcasm, the light in those gray depths gleaming and in the right light appears almost green here and there. The situation was quickly growing out of hand as neither side seemed to want to be the first to back down. Already a crowd was growing, made up of both GELs and humans, taking up their respective sides in the argument.