With the echoing of his hooves against the stonework beneth him Lance-Constable Khaz prowled through the streets of the slums on patrol,  his eyes ever watchful for possible threats. It was only his third day in the city guard and much to his annoyance the closest he had gotten to a proper fight was when some human idiot had called him a 'Cursed beast' and threw a rock at him... 

A cruel looking smile appeared on his face at the memory. In the past, he would have most likely left the moron broken and beaten in a gutter to die, but he was rather proud with himself for his self restraint on the matter; He had broken the idiot's arm, knocked him the hell out [i]and[/i] then dragged his newly toothless ass back to the station for assaulting an officer after giving him an abridged version of his rights  ("Shut up or I'll break the other one!").  

Since then however, things had been rather quiet whenever he went on patrol... It was disappointing. Still, he kept on walking while ignoring the human woman that he had been 'partnered' up with. 

Which said human noticed, of course. She was a friendly sort after all, and she liked to talk. Not [i]too[/i] much, but enough that things seemed lively. Meg glanced in her partner's direction, giving him a blatant grin. Nothing wrong with being a little friendly, right? People always liked a friendly face.

"So, Khaz, right? I'm Meg. Yeah, ya prob'ly know that already but just thought t'get that outta the way, eh?" She pushed her black bangs away from her face, ignoring something squelching under one of her foot as she continued forward. Having lived in the slums her entire life, there wasn't much she was squeamish about, including stepping on unquestionables. As long as it wasn't physically draining her of life, all was well.

Her partner was definitely someone intimidating looking, even she couldn't deny that. Which was actually one of the reasons she was completely fine with this partnership. Self preservation was high on Meg's list of 'things to do'. As long as he was on [i]her[/i] side, that meant he wouldn't try dislodging her head from her neck. Right? [i]Right[/i], she thought to herself. 

The only answer Khaz gave the woman was something of a grunt that came from deep in his throat. It wasn't clear if it meant yes, no or was just a noise that meant nothing at all. 'Meg' as she called herself somewhat annoyed him. Sure she didn't call him a monster or anything, but he had dealt with her kind before; To weak to survive on her own so she was trying to 'buddy up' with him for protection. 

Considering that she was a member of his new herd, he would out of obligation. Couldn't let scum think that they could harm his herd members without reprecussions after all. Hopefully she wouldn't do something stupid or get in his way to much...

Somewhere nearby something exploded.

Stopping for a moment in order to judge the where the noise had come from and what direaction it was from, Khaz frowned as he figured that it came from the Necropolitan area of the slums. "Come." Was all he said before he started to jog towards where the explosion came from; A speed that would require her to nearly run to keep up with. Of course she didn't [i]have[/i] to follow him towards danger... she could just remain behind in the slums in a guard uniform alone.

"Righto!" Meg replied, eyes wide. She wasn't surprised because of the explosion. Well, perhaps a little. She just hadn't expected her partner to actually speak to her. After all, he hadn't said a 'yes' or 'no' to her first question. On hindsight, it was a stupid question to begin with, since she had already known the question.

Moving along... Meg was fast, yes, but it was apparent that Khaz was faster than she was. [i]Running so early in the day?![/i] She let out a sigh before stretching out. Only when he was almost out of sight did she sprint after him. "Wait up, I'm comin' too!" She didn't want to be left behind, not when there was obviously something exciting going on up ahead... wherever that big 'boom' came from.

She liked to compare herself to a cat. Cautious... but curious. It wasn't a very practical combination, causing interesting results for the most part. Or 'adventures' as she liked to call them. Her last adventure had caused her to join the guard, however, so she wasn't too sorry for the habit. As long as she wasn't dying or dead, it was all good.

As Meg caught up to Khaz at long last, trying not to show that she was panting, she reached for her boomerang, pulling it from her belt holding it tightly in her hand. Nothing wrong with being a little prepared, in her opinion. "This's gonna be good," she told him, finding it hard to keep her grin as she was breathing a little too hard. 

((Collab between myself and [@Greenie] )) [@Hellis]