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Rivera was quick on her feet. She was a moving force driven by the opportunities that awaited her. She was no perfect creature and she was more than aware of it, but fact of the matter was she reached for perfection. Desired it. Wanted to take it as her own. She was a warrior at heart and her only ailment was her inexcusably small size. Though, she did have her methods of dealing with it, and there was no doubt in her mind that should the opportunity come to pass she would rise to the occasion. Such was her lineage. Sovari. A name reeking of power.

Her experiences in Alacritia had so far been rather bland.. She met a moron who thought he actually owned a piece of the land, and another moron who thought he was some hot shot and had the audacity to touch her. She honestly had left the scene unsure as to if she was more irked that he had touched her or more displeased that he had been an idiot. It seemed intellect was not such an easily found thing in the world as it was. Shaking her head and ridding herself of thoughts that seemed to swim in nothing but malice the babe would push onward into the world being forced to dabble with things that were quite irrelevant to her.

Inky lips remained pulled into a bored simper and the steely-eyed svengali turned to the steppes. Her frame would lift, nails landing and clicking as she stepped across the stone. Her features seemed to remain complacent, as though she was pleased with her life, a happy go lucky little whore. Yet, the harpy was none. She was not happy. She was not pleased.. Very rarely did she meet someone of matter, and it had proven that as she had left her litter mates to find a world of interest and adventure she got boredom and morals that were rather pathetically placed. Still, she could not override the hope and interest that soon she would meet someone that would actually give her some point and something to do, so when the small chuff broke the resonance the queen changed her direction.

Her steps here not heavy, and the subtle click of nails was retained, however, unless the other that she had found was sitting in utter silence, there was no way she would have been heard, much to her demise, the harpy would find that the woman did, indeed, sit silently, and her gaze across the soon-to-be-storming Earth seemed to be that of scrutiny. An amused expression pulled over the canine?s face and she waited for a long moment, finding the irony in the girl?s expression. She seemed to look at thing the same way Rivera herself did. Hopefully, the mannish looking female would prove to be as exciting as she appeared. ?Waiting for something interesting to happen? I can assure you it won?t,? she was indeed one of those girls that saw the glass as half empty.





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