<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/monstergirlencyclopedia/images/2/21/Hellhound_cloth.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/339?cb=20150222064724)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">RENOA</span><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miyako's Estate, Back of Akira's car<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miyako, Akira, Juno<br/><hr/><br/>Renoa was not easy to arrest. She had been tossing and turning in her large, empty bed restlessly. Her arms hugging her pillow close but finding no comfort in its lifeless embrace. She was so used to a warm body next to her as she slept, ear against a back to hear a soothing heart beat of a recent lover or the familiar scent of a sibling nuzzled close for warmth...she never really felt alone until she had to sleep alone. So had not been asleep to miss the sounds of the vehicles outside.<br/><br/>By the time they were lining up behind her door she was afraid, but ready. The moment they burst into her room a geyser of thick black smoke erupted just in inside her door, quickly filling the room and hall with smoke and covering her escape as she opened the window and climbed out quietly. They actually caught her trying to sneak into Miyako's room in an attempt to guard her from the armed intruders. After a brief but valiant struggle, several bean bags from a shot gun and a few thousand volts from a taser later, she was finally in cuffs.<br/><br/>When she came to in the back of Akira's car, she wasn't particularly talkative. She listened quietly as he spoke about her being in trouble. "What about Miyako?" She asks once he's finished, her voice low and almost rumbling with a menacing growl as she continues, "...If you've done anything to hurt her, I'll make you regret it..." She says bitterly before sitting back into her seat and staring out the window broodingly. Poor thing, she didn't even realize it was Miyako who had called them, or even what she was in trouble for. The second thing she could probably handle and accept...but the first?<br/><br/>Even after being tazed, cuffed and arrested, her first thoughts were of protecting her host. Not her own unfortunate fate. Which did fit with the picture he had from the intel provided by the very agent who had brought Renoa into the program. It had mentioned strong loyal ties between her tribe mates, particular toward those providing food, shelter, or protection as well as detailing Renoa's own personal sense of honor and tradition. To have been cast out by one who took her in would be taken as a great personal failing which could lead to some drastic behavior as she tried to perform some tribal ritual of shame.