Crow
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Crow had been asked a question by the Russian guy. He apparently didn't know how to speak English correctly, so she avoided replying to him. Watching the people present move around and interact was enough to confirm Crow's suspicions. She'd seen some of them before on the news. Mainly the tasty-smelling lizard man, but the Russian guy she'd seen as well. The bald man with the two men by his sides she hadn't seen, and neither had she ever seen the woman that just entered.
Deducing it from the way they acted, though, they were powerful. Very powerful.
Also, the lizardman seemed humble, which was strange considering he was a hulking figure and could no doubt snap anyone present in half with a flick of his tail.
Crow let her hand fall to her side, relaxing her position once she noticed how tense the others were. It was clear to her that everyone was afraid of being set up by the others, so the chance that any of them had planned anything was slim at best.
'Thinking about it now seems dumb, Crow, but what kind of personality should I show them? These people are powerful and dangerous, maybe as dangerous as you...' Crow thought as she looked the others over.
'Settling for a respectful and inquisitive stance should be good enough.' Yet that line of thought left her with a question. Who should she approach, if anyone at all?
Bald man with bodyguards was out of the question. He gave her the creeps. Men without eyebrows were not to be trusted.
The blonde woman who'd just arrived was out of the question as well. She looked like a bitch, and not the good kind.
Balding Russian guy who didn't know how to speak properly? Maybe another time.
Electrical being who just walked in? Hell no, Crow didn't want to be hugged by that anytime soon.
So that only left the huge lizardman. That was the one she wanted to know more about.
Crow looked at the balding Russian guy (
@Sombrero),
"Crow." She said, and then walked over to sit on the pew behind the lizardman's (
@UrbanEvolution). She crossed her legs and let a polite smile creep up onto her face.
"Hello, my name's Crow. What's yours?" For all she tried to be subtle, Crow couldn't help but take a few deep whiffs while near the beast. His scent promised great blood quality, and his appearance assured her that he had a
lot of blood.
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