[center][h2][color=seagreen]Andi[/color][/h2]
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Andi stalked his prey quietly, following them to a dark alley. As soon as they turned the corner, Andi acted quickly. He slammed into the person and picked them up by the front of them up by their shirt, his claws tearing into the fabric. He looked like a badass; he was nearly six foot-four, his lip and ears pierced, and dark tattoos covered the right side of his neck. Blood beaded on the person's chest, tiny pinpricks of red gleaming in the light from the nearby neon signs, and the curry-like scent of fear filled his nose. He blew air through his nose to lessen it.

Shiver appeared, and Andi looked at her with a raised eyebrow, green cat eyes reflecting the light, making them look eerie. 

[color=seagreen]"Hey, boss,"[/color] he rumbled. [color=seagreen]"I followed this one after we appeared at the bar. What do you want me to do?"[/color]