Predator and Prey [Quinn,invite]

This dimension had already failed to take her life once she wasn't going to give it another. Sadly, those denizen to these lands seemed to be as avarice hunters as her own kinfolk. Her arrival wasn't greeted by balloons and confetti, instead people screeched and blasted their horns as she stepped in front of them. On more than one occasion she heard footsteps of a mob of males gawking over her with a severely displeasing expression. Cars, the metal beasts in her eyes that seemed more barbaric they ate the humans and than spat them back out every couple of miles it was a sick game of cat in mouse that she recalled but even then we would kill the prey at the end of it all.

Those machines terrified her with their beaming headlights and horns that made her think her eardrums were going to rupture. She had contemplated this banishment and determined that it was a fate worse than death. A small band of humans she encountered were different though, they had contraptions. ones that she soon found out fired off projectiles of the like she had never seen and faster then she could have dare imagined. They weren't poachers from the looks of it as most of their weapons seemed to be used for trapping. She couldn't have known though so this became a hunt that she feared would end only in her death. At the beginning she didn't know about zoo's but at one point they chased her down and cornered her. Wit and instincts sent her climbing up nearby trees and bounding over the walls.

The life that those poor creatures lived in her eyes was worse than death. Constantly be observed by the humans and fed only when they deemed it time. She was a wild beast who didn't deserve to be contained least of all by them.

Myr was weary of this game of chase and finally observed another mode of transportation and flopped sleepily in a train cart as it took of toward the west coast. Whoever they were they were good probably able to compete with her father. She hadn't eaten much due to her pursuers but as she slipped on she skewered to squirrels a delicious meal but her stomach still growled. What am I suppose to do with these darn humans constantly chasing my tail. Why can't they just let me be? The rattling of the train wheels laid a beating tempo that she swore was going to drive her mad. Her ears were pressed firmly against her head by both her hands desperately trying to muffle it. The chugging of the train slowly went away as she grew use to it and managed to get the first night of rest that she wasn't afraid of being spotted.

She dreamed that this was all just a nightmare and imagined her mother nuzzling behind her ears with her chin. How she loved it when she did that. A loud screaming of the trains break however snapped her harshly back to reality. She twisted in pain till the train came to a halt. Finally silence what the heck is wrong with the creatures in this world. Are they all deaf or something? She massaged the fluffy ears gently as she began to get her bearings. Did I finally shake them?

She moved some of the baggage around till she had made a sizable and sturdy step stool to peek out the windows. Sure enough the train was now static along with everything outdoors. And right along it was the group. Speaking with the conductor informing that she had sneacked on. Crud! She panicked pacing back. I know what I have to do ... I got to keep running. Just wait for them to open and then you will break through their ranks and hightail it out. She prepared herself by the door and took deep breathes to hone her hearing on the footsteps that would approach the door. Five … four … three … two … the door creaked open and like a jackrabbit being hunted the Neko leaped out of the breech and began the hunt once again. Her flourishing tial from the corner of their eyes was enough to stir the hunters back into the chase of their life. She had to lead them away from the populated area. Left and right took her down a few low traffic halls till eventually she made it back to the surface grasping her tail and slipping it under the cloak and ear beneath the hoodie.

Quinn was off exploring Los Angeles again, figuring that she could have at least once trip where something doesn't go horribly wrong and force her into some sort of weird fight for her life. She decided to go check out the trains today, having read about them in one of her many books, but wanted to see one up close, finding it more personal then just seeing a picture. Which was why Quinn was currently sitting on the top of the train station and letting her legs dangle off the side as the multiple trains came and went, just generally enjoying herself.

It wasn't meant to be, seeing as how, like the rest of her outings into the city, ignoring the ones where she visited the library, something horrible was going down right in front of her. If it was just a mugging or a pickpocket, something mundane and normal for this world, she would have turned a blind eye towards it and then the criminals go along their day without a second thought, but what they were after wasn't money, but what looked to be a young girl fleeing from a group of people who was clearly chasing her around.

Sighing slightly to herself, she drops down from her spot, landing lightly on the ground and then slowly wandering after the group, waiting for a chance to get one of them alone. She would be happy to help someone who was being hunted for no good reason, but if they were after some sort of psychopath, she had no reason to interfere. Quinn manages to grab one of the guys who fell behind the ground, slamming him into the wall and giving him a very good reason as to why he shouldn't fight back. She stares for a second before giving him a light smile. "Why is a group of people after one girl? You have fifteen seconds before I make sure you can never have children." The gun she was holding against the man's forehead shifts to a lower spot, the mental countdown already quickly working its way down to zero.

The terrified man speaks quickly, trying to save the family jewels before they were blasted into nonexistence. "She has cat ears! Some rich guy saw her and is paying a fortune to whoever get her." Quinn smiles at the man again and lightly taps his face with the barrel of her gun. "You should go home before you get hurt." With that, she was gone, now actually having a reason to save this cat...girl...thing. Whatever it is, it was alone and scared and didn't deserve to be hunted by some assholes who just wanted a payday. It was time to knock some heads.

She glimpsed back and saw that the group of four had lost someone, from the looks of it was just one of the tracker lackeys and he didn't even seem to notice. The other was farther back, far beyond her the corner of the train yard. Myr had led herself deeper into this train yard a poor decision. She was other worldly and had no idea how to tell her direction yet. Snipping a peak up at the sun on the horizon she had a good feeling that it was sunset. A time of day that she could take advantage of her heightened senses, but how many more minutes would it take for it to fully set. Heck with this I need shelter, her stomach gurgled reminding her that lodging wasn't the only issue.

Ducking underneath a motionless cart she  crawled still speedily racing forward underneath the length of it. W-why on earth do they banish our kind to this place they could have just killed me that is more humane. Footsteps approached her location and she finally began listening in hopes she could start and figure out what they were saying, "Darn it where did she go I know she ducked under the train but she couldn't have gone to far." She even stopped breathing in that short matter of time hoping that they wouldn't hear it. Black boots grew closer and closer till  she now could see the man squatting down. He was tall and began to shine shuffle through the grass till he found her foot print and some hair. Crap! Within a second a hand reached down and grabbed her by the arm fiercely and prying her out from underneath. She hissed and clawed toward the man's stomach hoping to rip it open but he was wearing some sort of body armor.

"N-no!" She screamed using their own tongue hoping that it would stop them. The tracker just tossed her a wicked grin before pulling out a metal collar. That gut wrenching sensation she now knew for sure what they had planned it wasn't a physical execution but spiritual one they had planned. Like all those poor animals. Clawing out toward his other friends she would slash one across the cheek before they fought to cuff her hands and legs together with rope. N-no this can't be how it ends not for me. She hissed and howled attempting to break free till finally she was prone against the ground.

Quinn easily catches up with the hunting group, her hair and eye color shifting to a more normal color as she 'joins' the group, knowing that it would be easily to find the cat girl with them also searching. It was, after all, a lot harder to protect someone if you didn't know where they were. It didn't actually take them all that long to find their prey, having someone who could track rather well in the group. Word passed through the radio vine, giving them all quick orders to gather where the girl was, making sure that she couldn't fight her way out.

Quinn just picked someone who seemed like they knew where they were going and followed them, figuring that they would lead her straight to the girl she had decided to save. It wasn't that long before she noticed a rather large gathering of people, with the sounds of a struggle and a weak no coming from the middle of it, along with a lot of cursing from someone who fucked up and got cut. Quinn giggles a little at that before stepping out and closing the distance, her hair and eyes reverting to their normal color before she gets close enough and calls out.

"Excuse me, what are you doing to that poor girl?" A few of the people who were near the edge turn towards her, wondering who was trying to get between them and their payday. Seeing a small girl that looked like someone who just came from a college party they instantly thought less of her, their mistake. "You should mind your own business. Get lost." They turn back, figuring that she wasn't a threat. Quinn ponders for a moment before tapping the one who spoke on the shoulder, causing him to turn around again only to see the rapidly closing hilt of a gun as Quinn pistol whips him in the chin so hard it breaks, dropping him. The moans of pain make everyone  stop what they are doing, leaving the poor cat girl still held down, but they weren't trying to tie her up anymore.

Quinn gives them all a smile, one that seems out of place with the person at her feet. "You all have thirty seconds to let that poor girl go before bodies start dropping." Of course, they weren't going to let go of their prize that easily, figuring they wouldn't have to work another day in their life if they let something this expensive go, but the gun in Quinn's hand stopped them from acting. They couldn't spend their money if they were dead after all. The hunter was prepared for something like this though, and sneakily pulled his own weapon out and fired at Quinn before she even noticed it, putting two in her chest and one in her head. He starts to turn back to finish tying the girl down before a voice stopped him. "Ow, that hurt. What did you do that for?"

Quinn was still perfectly alright, the bullets getting stopped without even breaking her skin. Brushing the bullets off of her skin, Quinn fired back, giving the hunter a brand new hole in his forehead and causing brain matter to splatter all over the cart that the girl was hiding under. Everything stopped for a few seconds before she spoke again. "Fifteen seconds." With those two words, everyone scattered, leaving the slightly tied up girl on the ground. Quinn wanders over to where the girl is, kicking the body off of her and pulling a knife out of seemingly nowhere. She reaches down and then easily cuts off the bindings, freeing her. Quinn crouches down beside the girl, offering her a hand. "You are okay now, they are gone."

The tracker enjoyed the spunk of the catgirl and decided that it would be an interesting experiment to see just how feline she really was. His hand gravitated down and tugged sending a sharp pain through her spine till eventually she shrieked loudly from her tail being yanked. Facing her captor she snarled desperately trying to slip her wrists out of the metal links around her wrists. A scowl matched the man's gaze as she continued to try and break out less like the proud Neko and more like a caged lion. Curse you human  what is wrong with you. "Let go!" She shouted one of the few things she determined being relevant in this situation. She then began to speak in a series of what would sound like growls and meows to them.

Translated: Please Mother Nature answer your servant and break these shackles that bind me! But nothing would happen she merely lied their against the ground tail swishing back and she lied their filthily against the train track. Just then she heard a feminine voice. She had no recollection of a woman joining this witch hunt but here she was speaking to them and from the body language she was reading they weren't to pleased with conversing together. She watched as the hilt of the gun came barreling toward the trackers jaw. The crack made her ears twitch even though these people were her enemies the thought of one's jaw was quite off putting.

Little surprise the ring leader fell and the mob began to turn on the woman. None of them wanted to deal with  it though at the risk of their own life.  As the man got up he placed multiple rounds into the girl which only made Myr close her eyes in fear. One moment of hope and now she had been shot. She whimpered upon the ground as she massaged her wrists. Her voice spoke though something that wasn't possible for a dead woman. A different body collapsed now opening her eyes she blinked shocked to see the man dead instead.  

She peered up toward her for a second before leaping up onto all fours and jumping up to the top of the train in record time. Hissing down at her as she couldn't believe that anyone in this realm was willing to help a creature such as herself. She had to be playing some angle. Back arched and fangs at the ready. "What want with me?" A paw raised and displaying fearsome claws as she prepared for a fight.

Quinn reacted the moment that the cat did, using her superior speed to get onto the train before the cat even knew that she had moved from where she was standing. Of course, that made the whole effect of questioning and threatening fall short, since now, instead of threatening Quinn, she was just raising her paw and hissing at air. Before the cat could figure out what exactly had just happened, Quinn grabs her hand, curious as to how, exactly, it worked. Human hands weren't designed to work with claws after all, and breaking a nail sounds like it would be really painful.

After checking out the cat's hand, she let's it drop, putting her hands up in an attempt to make peace, realizing that grabbing the girl's hand may not have been the best move. "You are okay now, I will not hurt you." Normally Quinn would just let the police hand the clean up, but seeing as how this girl wasn't exactly human and she had been running for who knows how long, it seemed like a better plan to take care of it herself, instead of letting idiots shove her through the system, where god only knows what could happen.

Of course, it was about then that sirens could be heard in the distance, clearly some distance away still but rapidly coming closer. The gun shots were not ignored, this being a more respectable part of town, making the cops respond a little faster then they would if it was, let's say, in the ghetto. Quinn clicks her tongue in annoyance, figuring that she would have more time before the cops showed up, but it seems that they had a unit close by. Wanting to speed this up and get the hell out of there, Quinn offers the cat girl a hand, hoping that she would take it, but either way Quinn was going to leave before the cops arrived. "Are you hungry? Food?" Quinn wasn't sure how much of the English language she understood, but hoped that it was enough to get the girl to take her hand.

No matter if the cat decided to trust Quinn or not, she jumped down from the train and was off, maybe off to find her new cat some food, maybe trying to get away before the cops found her and decided that questioning her was the best part of their day.

Myr hadn't witnessed anyone of her species move that fast and even less humans, what on earth was she dealing with.  She attempted to relocate the girl when she heard her feet step on the train roof.  She knew that no sort of posturing could help this predicament. Her limbs each buckling under her weight as she hadn't had a proper nights rest or meal in what must have been three days.  As her hand was grabbed she began to squirm trying to pull it away but Quinn obviously was intrigued by the workings of her claws.  Quickly the other hand of hers reached over and grabbed the girls arm before her and tried to wrestle her hand free the clawed fingers now sliding against her skin.  Although something was odd maybe it was how scared she was but the claws didn't bother trying to pierce her arm. "Nooo stop!" She shouted.

Her slit pupils showing no sign of comfort from being treated like this. It didn't take long though as her hands were already back down by her side as they had been released.  Backing away she balanced herself at the edge of the train car crouched down so she could have a better grip. She hissed  revealing sharp canine teeth and then began to glance about the train yard attempting to discover a path which would be most difficult to be followed sadly her opponents speed outmatched her own, How could that even be possible? Not even those humans moved as fast as her when she was half awake. "Hurt, I hurt if not stop." It was clear that she hadn't fully grasped the English vocabulary. Her heart was still beating  quickly she thought she was gonna pass out if she didn't relax.

"Food?" she stated nodding as she now looked over toward the sirens blaring before they had gotten in normal earshot.  She leaped down and looked toward her before leaping off of the train again and began to eye her suspiciously. What was that she was saying about food, was she going to make her into her food is she a delicacy in this world? Or was that offering, Stupid language why can't they all just speak like normal Neko!" So far she hadn't done her any harm and more of those humans were coming these ones marked by the cars with the flashing red and blue lights. Her ears twitched as she heard the holsters of the guns on their belts hitting their legs. Her eyes shot open and bolted in front of the girl briefly looking back as she made it away from the train yard.

She had no time to check the scenery between blaring sirens and looking about to see if she was still about. I'll take my chances at least she hasn't tried to restrain me like those hunters. She reached the street and immediately stood back up onto her hind-legs. Keeping up the appearance of a human. Her tail slipping down she grabbed and slid it up between her legs and pinning it between her arm and side. Both ears she let drop against her head to make them less conspicuous.  Sniffing the air she smelt what seemed to have been a rat that was in the alleyway. Sliding against the wall she slipped into the alley before crouching down once again. In a flash she jumped onto the dumpster and slashed a paw down along the ground. A claw embedding itself inside the rodents neck. The rat stood no chance as it squeaked and flailed till it's life came to stop. Raising a hand she flopped back onto her rear and gripped its tail with her mouth. This was the supper till further informed, she looked back down the stretch of concrete before thinking. Hopping off she would wander back rodent dangling from her lips as she dropped it at Quinn's feet as a thank you.

Quinn smiled when the cat took her hand, still slightly unsure as to how she should converse with something who has no idea on how to speak English. It wasn't something that came up much in a country where most of the people spoke the same language. To be honest, Quinn wasn't even sure she could speak any other human language as it was, something about how she was a cat tipped her off. They made it out of the train yard right when the police were starting to question people, trying to find out exactly what happened. They were more then a little concerned about bodies dropping with all the shit that had gone down in the city lately. So they wanted to get to the bottom of this quickly, make sure it wasn't connected with any of the other recent events.

It wasn't long before the cat suddenly stopped, sniffing the air for a second before disappearing down the alleyway they were just passing. Quinn kinda stands there confused as to what just happened, did she decide that it was better off to go at it alone? Tilting her head to the side, Quinn waits to see if the cat decides to come back or not, not feeling up to chasing someone all over the city to give them protection that they really don't want. It wasn't long before the cat came back...with a rat in her mouth. Staring at the rodent that was now laying at her feet, Quinn felt a new emotion, one that she hadn't felt before. Disgust. Is that what the cat had been eating the whole time she was on the run?

Pointedly ignoring the rat at her feet, Quinn decides the first thing to do is to teach her new cat not to be ashamed of what she is. It isn't catlike at all. She pulls Myr to her feet and then pulls down the hood, revealing the ears for everyone to see. Stopping the cat from putting the hood back up, Quinn shakes her head. "No. You should be proud of what you are. You have no reason to hide it." Taking Myr's hand, she pulls her along, leaving the rat on the ground where it belongs. "Come on, I will get you some real food." Bunching up her nose at the smell that is coming off of the cat, Quinn adds on something else. "First you need a bath, you smell bad."

There wasn't a public bath in the city that Quinn knew of, but she could easily rent a hotel room for the day and get one that way. With that in mind she heads off to the closest hotel, not really caring if it was super cheap or not, seeing as how they weren't really going to spend the night there, just force the cat to take a bath. It wasn't that far away so they managed to make it there in good time, Quinn talking to the desk clerk and paying for a room before dragging her feline to it. Pushing Myr into the bathroom before she knew what was happening, Quinn points at the tube. "You will take a bath." Not willing to take no for an answer, the look that Myr was given was enough to tell her that it was going to happen, how it happened was going to be purely her choice though.

Her ears twitched as she continued to listen closely the cops voices carried and she could make out that some of them were mentioning something. If she could only speak their language she wished more now than ever that she had learned from the elders how to interpret other languages. Perhaps then learning this one wouldn't be so difficult. Although she knew most the languages were inferior to their own as the other wild beasts were less than sentient in their eyes making their language primitive. She continued to eye this strange creature before her who didn't seem to enjoy the catch that she made, What's wrong with her I just caught a minuscule dinner to say the least and she didn't even give it a good sniff. Looking at her face she then scowled noticing that expression of disgust. She didn't have to know what she was saying to understand that she didn't like this dinner plan. Watching her wander over toward her and lift a hand toward her head made her flinch. She hesitantly watched the hand reach for the hood and pull it off. Shaking her head back and forth she said simply, "No, hunters back ... see." It wasn't clear but hopefully she understood that she was trying to blend in with the rest of the world.

Before she could reach back for the hood again she felt her arm tugged along now desperately trying to catch her balance and keep pace. Walking on two legs wasn't a simple task even for as long as she had been practicing it. Her tail slowly wiggled free and assisted in balancing her as she was led forward into his mysterious world. She only hoped that she would learn to navigate it quickly so she could become independent and go back to her life of solitude. Her ears perked up from hearing the mention of food, "You ... food give?" I hope that means what I think it means, I guess I will find out shortly if it means I'm gonna be food or she is feeding me.

She watched her as she also seemed to have a keen sense of smell she had grown use to the must so she was a bit lost when she mentioned something about a bath. "Bath?" She stopped and began to think back she read something that sounded like a question in her language. "What bath?" Hurried along the streets she began to bite. As she was led up to the receptionist she shivered as she hadn't ever thought about going into a building this populated with humans.

"Food?" She questioned her before then being dragged up to the room where she was then pushed before a strange indent in the ground. Her ears twitched as she looked down toward the tub a bit worried of what this was. Crouching down she stepped over the walls and began to nimbly walk about it sniffing at the drain and then filling a drip from the faucet fall onto her head. It was startling as she hated water it made her hair wet and it took forever to lick it drying. Shaking her head angrily back she hissed at the appliance and now propped herself up on all the edges. "No." She didn't want to stay in this room any longer it didn't sit right with her. The glare in her eyes though, made her corner herself in the bathtubs corner now balancing on her back legs tippy toes.

Quinn narrows her eyes at the cat, already planning out how to force her to take a bath. Before she starts acting like some evil magistrate from Japan, Quinn decides that maybe trying to bribe the cat into taking a bath with food would be a better plan. If it doesn't work she could always go back to plan A and force her to take one, it wouldn't really change much either way she did it. With that in mind Quinn turns and leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind her so that the cat can't get out without breaking it down, seeing as how there is no windows to go through, this being a rather upscale hotel.

A phone call and five minutes later, a person knocks at the door. Opening it, Quinn finds a tray filled with different kinds of food, seeing as how she just told them to bring up whatever they could have done in five minutes. It was a mix of pretty much everything they had, only a few things on their menu on there, since they were cooked when ordered, instead of being prepared for something to bring up once someone called for it. Quinn just took the whole tray, handing the person some money and sending them on their way. Going through the massive amount of food, she grabs a chicken drumstick before heading back into the bathroom.

Showing the cat the piece of food, she makes sure it can't steal it away before making her demands. "If you want food, you will take a bath. No bath, no food. Got it?"" She gives the ca the chicken as a piece offering, to show that she means it. "Take your clothes off, I'll get them washed for you." Of course, if this didn't work it was time to go back to her original plan, it wasn't like she could get away.

Glaring angrily that she would lead her into such a room with water dripping made her furious. She hissed and walked along the edge of the bath tub waiting for her to get out of the way. An opening wasn't provided though as the door slipped open just long enough for her to get out and close it. She quickly batted at the door it making a thud as it still didn't budge. The heck is all of this about bring me here to lock me up in this small room I swear that I will use you to sharpen my claws. She stood up and smashed her arm into the door it kept happening as the minutes progressed. Why would she do this to her if she was a friend?

By the third minute she began to ponder another approach. She was squatting and began to release the most pathetic sounding mewl that a cat could do. Come one, already just give me the food I don't even know what you mean by this 'bath'! This situation was just aggravating her. Growling she now backed up to the other end of bathroom and stood up again she needed to be resourceful. On the opposite side there was something, a simple bar of soap. Sniffing it she began to wonder if this was edible ... What's the worse it could taste like? Maybe just a lick ... Without hesitation she took one good lap at the bar of soap before gagging with disgust. Shaking her head back and forth she began to leap about form the sink to the tub trying to rub her tongue off on anything  only getting more nasty tastes on it. Finally she went to her only resort to begging at the door again.

She violently smashed her paw at it trying to figure out how the girl worked this contraption finally coming to the conclusion that this shiny knob had to be something. Being  the cat she was and the disgusting soapy taste in her mouth she bit at it and kept rubbing her tongue off on it. Claws scratching the paint at the door as she began to lose grip on the tile floor. As the door opened she eyed the food and basically forgot about the taste on her tongue as she eyed the chicken. Gnawing the drumstick down to the bone she smiled as it also washed away the taste of the soap and smiled as if ready to get the rest as she still had no idea what she was saying.

That can't be all of it I still smell more outside. Why won't you just give it to me. She growled angrily slashed a claw at her.

Quinn catches the hand, looking more amused then anything as the claws failed to do anything to her. Shrugging her shoulders, she switches to doing plan A, seeing as how plan B didn't go anywhere at all. She did try though, so she has that going for her. "Well, I guess it is time for your bath." With that Quinn closes in on Myr, giving her a light smile. It was about now that the cat would figure out just how outmatched she was and that maybe trying to hurt Quinn was not the smartest move that she could have done.

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The attempt to force the cat to take a bath was a battle, but it was one that Quinn had been prepared to fight, as as such, it was done. It may not have been as quickly or as painlessly as it could have been, but it was done. During the fight to get Myr to take a bath, Quinn had figured out that her ears seem to be a weak point, which is why they were now on the bed, Myr's head on Quinn's lap as she was petted, keeping her contained while they wait for another tray of food to make its way up to the room. Quinn had already sent down the clothes Myr was wearing before, forcing a clean dress on her until her normal clothes were finished being cleaned.

The knock on the door announces that the food had arrived. "Come in." With that, the door opens and the tray is pushed in, filled with what Myr had liked, having made sure to not reorder the dishes that she didn't like at all. Tipping the person again, she tells them, kindly, to get lost, seeing as how they were staring at her cat. It was like they haven't ever seen a feline before. Once the door closes again, Quinn let's up on the petting, lightly tapping Myr on her cheek to try to wake her up. "The food is here Myr, you were still hungry right?"

Myr watched in shock as her arm was caught mid flight, something was off about her no human could react as fast her her. What the heck is bath? She furiously thought this time vocalizing it in her own tongue which would come off as enraged cat whine. She suddenly felt her self encroached upon by the woman and began to shiver from the discomforting grin. A series of claw marks and screeches would leave the bathroom looking like a warzone until her little secret was found out. A tender spot behind the ears that practically had her catatonic for the rest of the shower. The once distant growls had turned to purrs of content.

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Her purring was much louder than a normal house cat, but her pleasure was undescribable few human feelings could equate to it. She knew things had been going on about her and she even remembered the sensation of being soaked to the bone before roughly getting dried. She didn't however remember swapping outfits to this rather odd dress that she now wore. It didn't even matter though she was powerless to the pleasing scratch that was coaxing her. Ughhhhh that feels so great, her eyelids were fluttering and her slit pupils being covered by an inner eyelids closing up as if she was falling asleep.

"Merowrrr," she moaned as she felt the gentle tapping against her cheek. The scratching also ended and a bit groggy still she would stretch out arching her back and yawning before realizing coming to. W-wait what did I miss? Her inner eyelids opened revealing the slit eyes once again and her hands slunk down toward the ruffles of her dress. "W-what!" Feeling awkward in a dress she began to bend and look about pulling off poses that even the most limber of human would have had trouble. Her tail peaked out from underneath the dress still wagging back and forth.

Her hair was standing up on end till she noticed all the food that had been brought in. Her agape now with the mere smell of the meal that was before her. She stopped realizing that the last thing she did was attack her and here she was offering up a delicious meal. Attempting to sit up she would now sit on the bed face to face with Quinn giving her a long lick up her cheek. Her claws plunged deep into the meet and pulling it off of the bone and quickly gorging down on it.

It was amazing by far the best tasting meet she had ever had, even back home they weren't this good no doubt due to the seasoning. After eating three fourths of what was on the plat she blinked and looked back to her host. Slicing off a piece she then held it out apologetically.

Now that Quinn knew exactly how to knock the resistance out of Myr, she really was rather adorable. Quinn reaches up and puts a hand where she was licked, just watching the feline turn her attention to the tray of food that had just arrived, attacking it with a vengeance. Of course, it does mean that Quinn added something else to teach the cat, seeing as how she had no table manners to speak of, and while that was perfectly fine for a normal earth cat to eat like that, on account of not actually having hands, this weird humanoid cat would need to act more...human. If she wanted to blend in that is, that and not have to take a bath every hour just to keep clean.

When Quinn was offered the piece of meat she just shook her head, not really needing to eat anything right now, seeing as how she just had something before she left to watch the trains. "It is all for you, I do not need anything to eat." Letting the cat get back to eating her fill, someone knocks at the door again. Quinn frowns, wondering who was bothering them now. She didn't place an order for anything else, unless it was the credit card she had stolen on the way here, maybe someone figured it out already?

Quinn didn't really get a chance to wonder for long, seeing as how they broke down the door and stormed in. It clearly wasn't the police, seeing as how they didn't announce themselves at all, just kinda laughed seeing as how the two girls were alone and unarmed. Quinn, being as fast as she was, had already collected her cat and was back on the bed, holding Myr and petting her just enough to keep her from getting excited, so she doesn't do something stupid, like charge the men who had just burst in. Quinn gives the group a small smile. "Is there something I can do for you? As you can see, I am busy."

Of course, the girls were kindly invited to meet the employer of the group of men, and seeing as how Quinn didn't feel like having to fight of multiple groups of people daily, she figured it would be best to nip it in the bud. "I see. If you would be so kind as to guide us to him then?" With that, she stands up, supporting Myr and bringing her along while keeping her calm with petting, so that she doesn't freak out and try to run off. She'll understand what Quinn is doing after they get there and the fighting starts anyway.

This was the first time in a long time that she was able to relax and eat a meal, that is until she heard the footsteps wandering closer. She paid them little mine but her ears twitched with the heighten sensitivity. She chomped down upon the chicken before now hearing the door slammed down. She snarled gritting her teeth into it until the soothing touch of Quinn's hand began massaging her right behind the ears. Desperately trying to fight off the instinct of collapsing in ecstasy of the constant massage she barely was lost on the brink of such a climactic feeling. Her once vicious growls softening into grumbles as she started leaning into each stroke. Gahh what on earth are you doing we should being running away or ripping them limb from limb ... ugggh but ears ... She purred and stood up rather wobbling to follow behind the girl who was leading her forward.

What she was just gaining my trust to give me up was she actually working along with them all this time. No why would she have shot that guy dead. Ugh yes please just a bit lower ... N-no must keep focusing what is she plotting I really wish I understood what the heck they were saying. Her limbs slowly lifted herself up beside Quinn and her instincts were to run but this human was different that and she found her Achilles heal so to speak. "S-stop," she whined as she nearly collapsed against Quinn from the soothing pets.

She glanced about and her ears twitched from the sensation as well as listening as they traveled froward till she saw one of their mechanical devices and was coaxed down into the seat. She whined through the petting and laid her head upon Quinn's lap as she wasn't certain what the plan was but she knew if she had been released she would have jumped out of the moving car with no regard to her own health. Something else kept her there though along by her side, other than the constant scratching of her ears. Is she trying to keep me calm so I don't cause any trouble ... I can only assume she has a plan. She sighed and lied down sleepily to keep herself calm to let the girl know that she wasn't going to go anywhere not unless she was betrayed.

Clamping her hands in her armpits she began to meow from being walked into a new hotel, why did they have to move couldn't they have just picked a room beside them. Wasn't that how those buildings worked?