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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Itsuki had been caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the male, and his. . .odd presence. But he said that Lin had gone and walked off in another direction. So why was her guardian still standing there, holding the umbrella up for the male? Why hadn't this "Shawn" gone with the young woman he was supposedly looking out for? Though she was many things, the last thing Itsuki happened to be was stupid. None of these things were adding up, and now, she was sitting outside of the tavern alone, waiting for the man to return with Lin. Lin was the first person that she had been able to speak to and have a decent conversation with in a long time, to it made sense that she would have wanted to stick around the young woman, right? No. . .this was stupid. She knew that once the young woman saw her for what she was, she would likely be chased away by whatever the thing that traveled around with her was. Yes, it would be for the best if she just disappeared now. At least this way, she would remain a stranger and there would be no connection between the two of them.<br/>
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As she rose to her feet, she could feel someone bump into her, and a hand moving along her abdomen. A pick pocket no doubt. The force of the initial bump was hard enough to make her tip backward, as her footing wasn't yet stable. And that? That lead to her hood sliding backward enough to reveal her face to the pick pocket. Once he had what he wanted, he reached up and grabbed her hood, then yanked it back to reveal her to the world - cat like eyes and gold horns and all. Seeing that made the people on the street stop, and all eyes immediately fell upon her.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"Awww. . . .<i>shit.</i> . . ."</span><br/>
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Itsuki did not linger. She didn't wait for anyone to ask any questions. No matter what she said, their thoughts on her presence in their town were written all over their faces. She wasn't welcome here. Her kind wasn't welcome here, and she was going to disappear, one way or another. Without a word, she took off running. She didn't stay on the street though. She jumped up onto the nearest vendor's stand and used it as a foot hold to jump up onto the nearest building nearby. Once her feet touched the roof, she took off running once more. She couldn't stop, she couldn't pause, she couldn't look back, and she definitely couldn't come back to this place. Not after this. It was too dangerous, too risky. There was a crowd of people on the street who were following after her with their swords and pitchforks at the ready, waiting for a chance to strike the young Ogre down the moment that she slipped up.<br/>
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Thankfully, she was much faster than they, and had less obstacles in her way. She ran from the crowded streets of the markets to the residential area, where there were less people, less armed men who could pose a threat to her life, standing between herself and freedom. It was too dangerous to continue running along the rooftops now, as it would only draw more attention, so she jumped back down on the road way and made a mad dash for the Southern Gates of the small kingdom. So long as she passed through those gates, she could get away.[/list:u]</li>
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