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[center][h2]Omorfiá[/h2][/center]

With another pat on the chest, she smiled, enjoying her pets company, despite the harsh and scared looks she received. She glanced at the text scrolling a long and sighed, understanding. She shouldn't have even taken him in public in the first place. Sometimes she could imagine herself without the hulking machine at her side at all times.

[color=lightblue]Prince, if you would like, or rather, if it would be more tactically pleasing for my safety, you could follow from afar, either from the sky or from the rooftops. I know you don't really like people, and feel them to be a threat to me, but I'll be fine. I just had you follow this close cause, well you know me, I would get lonely without you.[/color] She continued to brush his cold plates a bit with her hand, minding the edges.

She looked around, and the people had started to exit the area. The shop keepers stood there, still scared, but unwilling to leave their posts. She patted his back and looked around. She had gotten an idea.

[color=lightblue]The next contact is about an hour away, but with Stallion we could be there in no time if we take some short cuts I know of.[/color] She always loved a good ride with her Beast. Helped calm the nerves and yet at the same time, rushed them.

She looked quickly at her messaging device, and the contact was waiting, however couldn't stay long. Something about the fuzz. She hated them, not liking the way they handle situations and the living.

[color=lightblue]We'd better hurry.[/color]