[color=f7941d]The grocery store was within her sight now. Or maybe it was because she had pretty good eyesight in the first place. Her sense of smell was dull compared to others, but her hearing and eyesight were much better than a human's. Her ears picked up almost anything that was within a broad radius, except for rather low pitched sounds or sounds that came from extremely tiny animals such as mice or bugs. Kaethe was happy that she wasn't that good at hearing; all the noises would torment her more than they did already. Thankfully, she had slowly learned how to block specific noises out and only tune in to one or two of them. The headaches that plagued her when she wasn't used to her adept hearing left when she was around her midteens.

Her dark gaze had slowly made its way to the floor as she walked. She grew tired of watching the streets, as seeing the poor shuffle around without aim depressed her greatly. The homeless were mostly made up of shifters, who stalked the alleyways in search of food. Kaethe didn't know why the people disliked them so, but she guessed that she was in no place to argue or question things. She was grateful that she was one of the few known shifters who acquired a human job and worked with normal people. It wasn't common that such a thing happened. Many of her kind would have been kicked out of the place if they came looking for work. [i]Perhaps it would have been better if all of us were killed way back when, just like the stories say.[/i]

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes as she ran her hand through her hair. Her ears had flattened slightly in distaste, but she still caught some rather... concerning sounds coming from an alleyway. Kaethe's lips curled downwards as she slowly approached the alley, taking delicate and quiet steps as to not let anyone find out that she was getting closer. Once she reached it, she caught sight of something extremely troubling. A man had plunged a knife into the chest of a shifter. Fear razed her heart, taking a step back and staring at the killer with wide eyes. Was that one of the hunters? Or was it just a killer?

Either way, Kaethe didn't take a chance by staying. The young griffin shifter sprinted down the street as soon as the man caught sight of her. She couldn't risk shifting in the middle of the street, especially when there were people around to give her a bad name for shifting. And so she ran, hoping to get away from the man before he could gut her just like he did with that other shifter.[/color]