[color=39b54a][i]'The bitch, she's really just an idiot after all.'[/i][/color] Jaded eyes pace their emerald form across an approaching woman chasing one well-empowered minion. The 'aldit', or 'ghoul' as Anora would have it, easily matched pace with our young human female even whilst running backwards so as to never miss locking it's gaze upon her. Though, curiosities were peaked upon witnessing the varied energies clinging fervently against two clenched fists. [color=39b54a][i]'I wonder...'[/i][/color] Towards an alley Anora would be lured. Presumably, she'd follow the mangled beast into shadowy bowels so long as it maintained the previously established distance. Regrettably, what is to be found here was far more than just one decayed figure. 

*THWAP!* Immediately upon entering or coming close to said corridor an unregistered force would snatch Anora from her feet. Someones hand had gripped her left wrist, lifting the hapless woman from balance with superhuman strength. Upon registry, the assailant's supernatural form would be made clear, and once more, without any passerby noticing. 

Scaled skin cakes a near-naked form, no, a tightly-clad form. Green snake scales are the exterior to a snug suit adorned by one rather voluptuous feminine figure. The toes of her feet end in sharp claws, the soles of her stiletto's having been lifted as if she constantly postures on the front ends of her feet rather than the heels. Her legs are to be expected of most human forms, albeit, blatantly muscular. Her core speaks of similar training regimes, her waist being lined in what appear as turtle shells. Upon closer inspection, these 'shells' may actually be large jade stones carved in such a way as to mirror the aforementioned animal group. Her breasts and shoulders are lifted and lean, her left arm being visible and clawed just as her feet are. Her right arm is currently tasked in lifting Anora from the Earth. Her neck is lined in a massive collar splitting as a V inwards to the chest. It's been popped upwards, nearly rising past the top of her scalp as a fashionable wall of green scales. Her features may dwarf most all previously witnessed Greek sculptures, each facet appearing as symmetrical in beauty despite all malice and seething ego. Her emerald hair flows as if submerged, shimmering in light that hardly exists. Several long strands nearly collide with Anora, their beauteous movement to remain unquestioned by all natural standards. 

Anora would have by now realized that she's paralyzed aside from movement of the eyes and mouth. From the moment her eyes had caught the quick movements of this woman grasping her fore-arm, she would have been defenseless. Something of an unnatural and unseen fluid could be felt flowing against each inch of her skin. This fluid would be cold, but never acting as something to prevent breathing or speech.

[color=39b54a]"[i]You're[/i] what Ephrin tasked me to destroy? I slay godly beasts, not slithering worms."[/color] She sneers at Anora, that elegant face mirroring the tone of her near-musical voice. Despite being spoken as plain word, each syllable bled of perfect verbal training. Her free hand snaps to clasp Anora's cheeks, turning the girls head from side to side as if examining some piece of raw meat to be later purchased. 

*Thwop!* Anora is suddenly dropped the two feet she's been lifted towards the Earth below, her paralysis ending just before said event. The tall green woman would vanish while this occurs, a faint breeze flowing from her previous place of standing. A callous chuckle fills the air, that sing-song voice sliding into Anora's ears once more. [color=39b54a]"Let's see if you're more than a worm, little maggot."[/color] She would have said, the ghoul still having stood forty feet down the alley suddenly takes a rather active position on things as opposed to it's previously silent composure.

*Grrrssshh* The beast would deeply moan, it's jaw sizzling with puss and bugs unseen but on corpses or in swamps. It's eyes light up in an odd way, two small tendrils extending from what can only now be perceived as hallow sockets. What can be registered as thin snakes in the faint light writhe from it's skull, acting as mobile viewing apparatus's. They lock upon Anora as both clawed hands extends forward. Labored steps carry an unholy fate towards a girl who's been tossed into more than she's known she could be. She has ten to twenty seconds before the beast reaches her, but should she attempt to walk backwards that cold and unseen fluid would overtake her, causing paralysis once more. She has only forward to move, only fears to face.

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[color=6ecff6][i]'What's 'he' doing here?'[/i][/color] Our relaxed male pedestrian thinks whilst taking the final bite of a long-treasured pizza slice, his hands lightly rubbing themselves together afterwards as to be rid of crumbs and grease. His thoughts were spurred by the spotting of a grey gentlemen roughly thirty yards down the street. Recognition was instant, rather than something to be sought inside the cavernous bowels of past acquaintance. This observed pin-striped man had taken it upon himself to walk into the nearest Italian eatery, looking as if he were full of some deep and meaningful purpose. 

[color=6ecff6][i]'Has he FINALLY acquired a taste for pizza? No, something's off, he's never liked fruits as a sauce.[/i][/color] The male nods, as if culinary preference were the explanation to all things in the universe. After taking several seconds to breathe the scenery surrounding him, he stands. [i]'He looks tense, I should help put him at ease.'[/i] With pure intentions in mind, our pedestrian set off towards one of his many preferred restaurants. It's not as if he were really heading in that direction to acquire more food, the man couldn't possibly be that simple, could he?