(I knew that cobra ^^)<br/><br/>She moved watching as the figure ran, from the front to the side. He almost got caught, what should she do. Her eyes flashed open in shock and awe at the same time. The flicked digits moved and grasped the stone, by her already rose and placed foot. Her wings flicked testing the wind before, she leapt. Not liking the gun shot, or the sound it makes, a snarl on her lips as the figure just flung itself up and off the roof. She panted gently her eyes closed and the hues in darkness, feeling the air for the split second she tested the waves it makes not wanting to push nor to, show any weakness. She snarled again, as the hand closed around the gun, when she got a chance to get close enough. The man ran and screamed, the cops would probably pass it off as "Drugs" that he probably took at one point of the day.<br/><br/><br/>She smiled and crouched down on the top of the building the gun in her hand. She was new to this world, not used to the old. Looking at it, from the barrel down to the grip that laid on her hand, a smile lifted her lips in that hmm sort of way. The fingers moved, over the cool metal in her hand, and then just crushed it, remembering how it hurt one that looked so much like her kind. She moved over to the edge of the building, watching for any signs of the fellow that had wings. Did she even see it correctly, he did have wings right?<br/>