AlwaysFaithful
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Cassandra Shaw stood in her bathroom, pulling on a pair of jeans and a snug black shirt, after her shower. She tied her long blonde hair up in a ponytail, silently thinking about how wrong it looked. After being on the run so long, you'd think she'd get use to having her hair all sorts of colors, but she missed her natural hair, just like she missed her natural eye color, instead of this warm honey color, that she wore as contact lenses, to hide her true eye color. She was 5'6" an athletic 120 pounds, despite being on the run, she kept herself in good shape. She stepped out of the bathroom, and head a low grumble from the corner of the bedroom. "It's early, I know, Romeo." She eyed the massive solid black wolf hybrid. He was her constant companion, and best friend. Together they headed downstairs to the kitchen where she made herself breakfast.
She lived in a little two story cabin on the outskirts of a small town called Dutton, South Dakota. She'd bought the house for cheap, after the previous owner, an elderly man by the name of Carl Andrews, had passed away. She'd been here close to two months now, but she never relaxed, always kept a go-bag under her bed, and a car with a new identity, parked in long term parking in the next town over. She could effectively disappear within 10 minutes, if necessary. She ate breakfast, doing some computer work, before going outside, her sidearm strapped to her hip, she took a walk with Romeo, through the woods that surrounded her property.
Despite being mostly wolf, Romeo rarely wandered, and was fairly obedient. Mostly though, he was just highly protective of Cass, for a reason she couldn't understand, but they were a unit, and she was grateful for his presence, he had given her early warning to an attack several times in the four years he had been with her. After their walk they returned home, It was around 10am now. Standing in her kitchen, she heard the sound of her alarm beeping. It signaled that someone was driving up her driveway. SHe had sensors at the end of the driveway, wireless cameras up in the trees. Frowning she saw that it was the chief of police. "What the hell does he want?" She muttered, her voice oddly lacking any accent of any kind. Crossing her arms, she stepped outside, shutting her door behind her. "Romeo, right here." She asked for the wolfdog to stay with her, as they watched the truck roll up. She was careful to not set her hand on her weapon, but close enough she could draw fast if necessary, she trusted cops even less than she trusted the general public.
She lived in a little two story cabin on the outskirts of a small town called Dutton, South Dakota. She'd bought the house for cheap, after the previous owner, an elderly man by the name of Carl Andrews, had passed away. She'd been here close to two months now, but she never relaxed, always kept a go-bag under her bed, and a car with a new identity, parked in long term parking in the next town over. She could effectively disappear within 10 minutes, if necessary. She ate breakfast, doing some computer work, before going outside, her sidearm strapped to her hip, she took a walk with Romeo, through the woods that surrounded her property.
Despite being mostly wolf, Romeo rarely wandered, and was fairly obedient. Mostly though, he was just highly protective of Cass, for a reason she couldn't understand, but they were a unit, and she was grateful for his presence, he had given her early warning to an attack several times in the four years he had been with her. After their walk they returned home, It was around 10am now. Standing in her kitchen, she heard the sound of her alarm beeping. It signaled that someone was driving up her driveway. SHe had sensors at the end of the driveway, wireless cameras up in the trees. Frowning she saw that it was the chief of police. "What the hell does he want?" She muttered, her voice oddly lacking any accent of any kind. Crossing her arms, she stepped outside, shutting her door behind her. "Romeo, right here." She asked for the wolfdog to stay with her, as they watched the truck roll up. She was careful to not set her hand on her weapon, but close enough she could draw fast if necessary, she trusted cops even less than she trusted the general public.