[Center][h1][color=red]Tamara[/color][/h1][/center]

The plane ride had been... irritating, to say the least. After two years of being cooped up in an underground cage, Tamara had been looking forward to flying again. But no, her new babysitter insisted that [i]everyone[/i] ride in the plane. Was it faster? Grudgingly, yes. But that did not make up for the tiny sitting room, tiny window that you couldn't see anything out of, and the needle they gave her. It had taken them a little bit to find a vein that wasn't armoured by her scales, and the sedative made her thirsty. 

At least the agents had kept their word and let her out of her straitjacket once they were out on the landing strip, substituting it for an ankle monitor that they politely asked her to not melt off. She still wore her red prison jumpsuit, primarily because it was the only thing she had that was designed with her wings and tail in mind, and Sonya had only given her a hard look when Tamara had suggested going without.

She'd openly laughed when they finally reached London and Sonya had handed her the camouflage sheet. They were really expecting her to walk around with a sheet over her head? It was ridiculous, but she had nonetheless complied, suggesting that Sonya wear a bag over her head so that they could match. That had earned her a reproachful growl from the one who's name she had learned was Blake, which only served to make her even more amused.

The car ride had been somewhat interesting at least, with one of the other girl, Flynn, looking at her the entire time. Tamara had met her gaze unflinchingly, her eyes openly roving over the girl's body, tail occasionally flicking over to brush against her foot. [b]That[/b] was something that was definitely going to be worth looking into later. 

When they finally reached the hotel room, Tamara shrugged off the sheet and stretched, wings reaching from wall to wall. [color=red]”Well, can't say I'm all that fond of the decor. Kinda messy, and a bit too much red for my liking,”[/color] she chuckled. Looking around with interest, she sidled across the floor as violet light enveloped her eyes. There had certainly been one hell of a fight here, but aside from them and a single stain on the floor, the place was cold. Whatever happened, nobody had been here since. 

She moved stand beside Blake, bending to sniff at the blood on his hand. Nothing, like smelling water. [color=red]”I'll say this, Bi-eyes, your people put up a decent fight. You don't leave a stain that size without doing some damage.”[/color] She grabbed Blake's wrist and sucked one of his fingers into her mouth, her tongue sweeping along the digit. Could she have done this with her own hand? Yes, but that wouldn't get nearly as funny a reaction. Releasing him, she swirled the blood in her mouth. [color=red]”Hmm. Tastes like water. Definitely not angel or demon. Human would've cooled by now.”[/color] Tamara looked around again. [Color=red]”Whatever it was, it got what it came for. Nobody's been here but us.”[/color]

Striding over to the stain, she swept one hand through it and allowed her flames to creep up her arm. [color=red]"Let's try a little experiment."[/color]