Vultana heard the<span style="font-style: italic">thump</span>of the wolf landing on the higher roof, and mere seconds later, the<span style="font-style: italic">crunch</span>as he landed on the graveled main roof behind her.  She heard him coming, and knew she had just a moment to react... to jump skyward and fly, or to roll to the side, or to throw herself right off the roof.  Either that, or she had to let him do whatever he intended.  Maybe he'd fallen for her ploy... maybe not.  He could want to capture her, or execute her, or... anything, really.<br/><br/>She didn't react, and let him do as he will as she continued to stagger toward the edge of the roof.  She had faced death too many times to really,<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>fear it anymore.  It would be a sad end, truly, to simply be stabbed in the back, but...<br/><br/>She found herself shoved aside, the wolf having apparently fallen for her ploy enough to seek out her "owner."  There would be none, of course... but that wasn't a problem.  She didn't fully understand what she was really doing, or what she wanted to have happen.  But, though she could have kept her balance and perhaps tried to shove him off the roof while he had his head stuck out over the edge, she instead allowed herself to fall to her butt in the gravel.  When he turned toward her and snarled that she hadn't fooled him, she didn't even blink.<br/><br/>What he had in front of him wasn't a calm sniper... it was a wide-eyed, terrified vore slave.  Sitting facing him, her legs splayed, he would see that she was completely nude, but covered in feathers.  From the front like this he would see that not only her bald head was scarred.  Patches of rough, featherless skin were visible on her arms, legs, and even belly and breasts.  Most of the plastic surgery she had endured had only removed the worst of the scars themselves; the feathers hadn't grown back.<br/><br/>She shook her head wildly, holding up her free hand in a holding gesture.  "N-no," she cried, the tears coming at will from her golden eyes.  As a slave she'd learned lots of tricks.  She staggered to her feet, still clutching her wound, but she kept facing him.  "He's there!  He just jumped!  Please, don't hurt me!  I didn't do anything!  I don't even know why he brought me up here...!"  She flexed her wings experimentally, slipping her gaze over her shoulder to look at them, and winced visibly... an act, of course.  While her wound<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>by painful while flying, it wouldn't stop her like she was pretending it would.<br/><br/>Vultana didn't even understand what she was doing, not really... but she wanted this charade to work, wanted... something.  If he charged at her with his sword, if she saw that he really wasn't fooled, she would react to defend herself... but if he decided she really<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>nothing more than a<span style="font-style: italic">victim</span>, both for her "master" and for himself... she would keep playing the part... to the inevitable end.<br/><br/>---- ---- ---- ----<br/><br/>Dreamer stood waiting, hoping.  He gazed at Yuri, watching as the gears in his head turned.  The other men spoke, but Yuri ignored them, working through what Dreamer had said.  Apparently the cyborg had said<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>right.<br/><br/>Yuri ordered the startled men to get the car off the road.  With visible reluctance they obeyed, but they obeyed nonetheless.  It looked like Dreamer's insane confession might have actually<span style="font-style: italic">worked</span>.<br/><br/>He followed slowly as the car and the man backed away, and gently signaled to Kitten to drive by behind him once there was enough room.  He wanted his friends as far from those guns as possible, and wanted to shield them as much as possible as well.<br/><br/>"I'll leave you alone, yes," he said, nodding.  He still kept his hands, and weapons, down.  "Just remember what I said.  Shark is a tyrant, as much so as any Fur.  The resistance wants freedom, but he's doing this for his own ends.  If the coyotes or the wolves invade, and they offer him a deal, he'll take it and leave everyone else to rot."  He shook his head.  "If I come back, it'll be to...<span style="font-style: italic">speak...</span>with him, not to harm anyone else.  Anyone who still has the resistance's true goals in mind will be perfectly safe."<br/><br/>When Kitten decided to drive forward, Dreamer would mirror Yuri's actions, following the vehicle's movement with his body... a mere human form, ridiculously trying to shield an entire car.  He knew the coast wasn't entirely clear yet, so while he meant these men no harm, if one of them decided to disobey Yuri's orders, Dreamer was still ready to react... even if it meant trying to stop an oncoming sedan with his body.