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Daciana was not one to spend time in the cities. They felt so rigid and confined, the buildings stacked too close together, the cold stone streets too hard beneath her paws, but yet she found herself here all the same. She had been restless and on high alert. There was something in the air that shivered along her skin and made her hackles rise. Out in the wilderness, the place where she felt the most comfortable, she had suddenly felt very, very unsafe.

So, she had found somewhere else to be.

But here in the city...Here she just felt completely out of sorts. The Bustling bodies, and the chattering voices that spilled out from within lit-up buildings, overstimulated her senses and grated on her nerves. Her ears were practically pinned back, her amber eyes narrowed into slits, and her shoulders hunched as she ambled along almost daring somebody to get too close to her.

And then somebody did. Or, perhaps, they had just been standing around idly talking to their friends and she had run into them. Either way, something inside of her snapped, and she felt righteously pissed off, as she snarled out an explicative and shoved at whoever had gotten in her way.

"Hey! What the f*ck do you think you're doing? Back off!" She growled. Around her, there were sounds of startlement and the person she had practically hurled out of her path had straightened with a glare.

"Jeeeeze, how about you f*cking chill? I was just standing here. You're the one who ran into me."

It was a fairly large faekat, a male baddie, and she watched him carefully as he raked his gaze over her, before he chuckled and smirked. "Surprisingly strong for a little gal, aren't ya? Why don't you try that again, now that I'm paying attention."

What the hell did that even mean? Chill?? And did he just call her little??? She leveled him with a dangerous look, another growl trickling up from the back of her throat.

She was going to tear this a*****e apart.

Seeing a blur of orange and black and beige only a split second before it slammed into the face of the p***k who had insulted Daciana, the Neonate blinked, and then felt a smug smirk curl up her lips when she got a better view of who had intervened.

It was another like her, though she did not know her, not personally at least.

The smirk turned into a grin, and Daci had to fight back the urge to let out a triumphant howl at the beatdown she just witnessed. However, the baddie had somehow gotten back to his feet, proving he was roughly as tough as he looked.

Not that this would intimidate either of the Gangrel at all.

Before he could even lunge towards them she had hunkered down, her tail lashing behind her. One advantage of being small, and also not being a stupid lumbering jackass (and of being a vampire, of course), was that she was quick, and she had great reflexes. As he lunged forward, she moved to the side, just enough to stop herself from getting hit, reached for his arm, and twisted it roughly behind his back.

"I'm pretty sure you were told to <******** off." She growled, lifting up on the twisted arm so that he would feel increasing pressure in the shoulder, as though on the precipice of popping clean out of place.

Suddenly she released him and gave him a swift kick in the a** to send him stumbling away.